Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160318050706/@comment-25547106-20160324232847

Armstrong nods to DM when he pours out the salve, reaching into his belt pouch and pulling out a pair of red flasks. He then meticulously plucks out the needles and stomps them into the dirt to ensure they didn't prick anyone else accidentaly. When he'd finished, he removed the small cork from one phial and handed it to the young elven woman. He then rises to stand and gives DM the other potion. "For your wounds. I apologize for not stepping in to help you, good sir, but I could tell that these ladies needed to vent. You just so happened to be their target. Cohabitation wouldn't have worked if I stepped in. For that, I apologize deeply." he says, helping the newly healed elven girl to her feet. The potion Grigor had given her finished healing the wounds, allowing her to walk away.