Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160927233204/@comment-26517142-20161027061040

Dirk: Darn. We don't have tools, sir.

Silver, still infuriated over Cire at the earlier event, curled his fists, watching Jeiel steadily. No one had a clue on how to do so.

Erran: My earth can only delay the poison from spreading, but I have no magic of that manner...

Qualin: Neither do I. (Pyra grits her teeth)

Suddenly, a throb from deep within calls to Cire, as if wanting to help. It pulses steadily, asking to be released...