Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160221154300/@comment-25547106-20160223005140

The well-dressed man kneels down beside the collapsed man and immediately pulls out a potion, tearing the cork away and trickling it down the beastly man's throat. He then pounds on the beastly man's chest, restarting his heartbeat. The finely dressed chap then rises to stand, knodding to the librarian and her aids, silently convincing them to leave. "Funny, he doesn't seem the gambling type."