Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20160702132725/@comment-28358106-20160707195549

A panting Tessaeba is incredulous. "Back!..." she gasps, leaning on a post.

"They'll no doubt be coming along shortly, if the Elves found them," says the Arachne, eyeing him critically. "You're sure he had a sword between his ribs?" She looks up.

"Positive!  I swear!" Aegis hops down from her perch.

The Arachne looks between Praetor and Aegis. "Well then, if you've lost blood, you need to come hydrate.  Wait for the others, at least.  Leaving will do you no good." She leads them in. "My name is Cosette.  I am Doctor Ibrahim's barber-surgeon."