Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20191008051451/@comment-26386512-20200119201624

"Dragon's breath," Caecillius stepped aside slightly, unveiling the bottles of deep purple fluid, marked with labels decayed beyond recognition. "There was a cache of them here. Not old enough to be Our Ancestors."

Machina spent the next few minutes wrapping a cloth around her foot, good enough a replacement for now, then returned to sit with Amira.

"That was exciting."