Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180516055234

Praetor ignored the unseen and moved closer to the fireplace to keep warm. He wasn't sure why but something in his mind told him that he needed the heat lest he become hypothermic. The knight dug through his many pouches until he produced a small jar of balm. I surely was not enough to properly cover his entire body but he would try. As he opened the jar he groaned as the contents were melted, he would have to pour the balm if he would gain any use of it.

Praetor went about his business applying what he could to his scalp, pits and shoulders as they were the most high traffic areas. The balm moistened what remained of his skin be it was not enough to heal him, no amount of balm would do that. His best bet would be to return to Whitemarch and have the doctor reverse this.