Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190216213512/@comment-37523810-20190304013751

The Kappa looked at key shoulder and gasped, seeing that the large piece of flesh that had been torn off was healed, leaving only a scar.

“Maikeru.” As the boy said this, steam started clouding Elias all over, reducing his intake of fresh air even further. His sweating increased with the heat of the steam. A soft, soothing voice seemed to echo in Elias’s head. “You are parched. Tired. You need rest.”

Shira had returned through the back and was in the kitchen again, facing away from Vez’nan. Her shoulders rose and fell erratically as she poured a mug of mead, spilling it a bit from her movements.

The mage dodged her punch while casting his his fire towards hers, effectively blocking it. Alleria’s daggers were in hand now as she fought with two of the axemen. “Ainyl, go check on Roran!”