Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32885213-20171120220818/@comment-30700719-20171207213301

There was broken glass and spilled liquids all over the floor of the makeshift room. The walls had a strange red powder on them, and the room smelled of something like cinnamon and prawns mixed together. A cauldron sitting on top of a smouldering fire was resonating, shaking like an egg about to crack.

The Dark Mage blearily rubs one eye. "I think the potion went wrong..." One of the little girls piped up, "I knew we needed oak needles instead of powdered phosphorus..."

The windows had a square pattern in them, like oversized mesh, and the inside was too dark to see past a few metres.