Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180716035529/@comment-30014014-20180716213202

''The apothecary picks up said item in his maculate white gloves and folds them under a zipper-like space in his satchel bag to use later. Of course, his eyes spiral around in ever vigilance'' "Sure thing, boss. The quicker we get to it, the quicker we get out of this ambush spot"