Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-27666783-20191119011736

(@Carric, Hound, BTR180)

Movement converging in all directions, a numerical clamp? An ambush.? It raced through Chenguang's head all too quick for her to take heed to who the persons were approching them. Her muscle memories pull the half-conscious Bertram behind her, uttering a loud gutteral growl, baring her teeth and raising a clawed paw across and away from her chest.

"Confound it, Chen! Calm yourself, they're trying to help!" Bertram wheezes, wrapping a shivering arm around her shoulder blade to obstruct the large tiger girl. Chenguang remains on guard, in a fighting stance, eyes alert with suspicion, but relinguishes her paw downward. Bertram takes the vial from the stranger's hand, despite his circumstance he could tell the vial was of a remedial compound. "Cheers, mate." He replies.

He turns to the party host, "Either your Brandy is strong enough to have knocked several bells out of me or somebody has taken the liberty to try and take that 'First Yes' from me in the chemical variety. You wouldn't happen to know of any particular extremist 'fans' of the Order that are attending tonight?"

Bertram supresses a confusing grunt, butterflies flowed through limbs. However, he presses on to clumsily take back his inquistor insignia. "Thank you brother, and I'd appreciate an eye out to my little secret admirer, right now I need to see about evacuating the contents I've ingested. If you'll excuse me for a moment, its time for some air." The young man limps outward through the nearest exit close to them, weight shifted against the Jinko for support. "If I pass out, Chen, please for the love of this world do not carry me. Drag me out, push me, don't bloody carry me."