Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30061283-20161103223214/@comment-30014014-20161109205352

"I will give you the gift of swiftness".

The fool taps on Inches's forehead and the lass is imbued with great swiftness, the ability to run as quickly as the speed of sound. "Now, he said you had ten minutes to run..."

As he says this, he places his hand on Inches' face, the latter feeling like he was beginning to transplace to another random area "It would be of great fortune if you actually use these ten minutes to flee, or, failing to do so, write your last testament." Inches suddenly disappears so another location.