Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151115043932/@comment-24849899-20151115160232

"Very well..." Was all he said before ordering her to lie down on the ground while he dug through his black medical bag. Pulling out bloody hand tools, bone saws, large needles, cutting tools, syringes, and a variety of medicines and herbs.

He then opened a small flask of ale, strong ale, his form anesthetic and told her to drink it.

"In the event this operation is not successful, do you have any family, friends or prayers you'd like to say?"