Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20171212045950/@comment-26108027-20180102160914

Loti gets an idea, pulling some kind of root out of the pouch on her belt.

"here. Put it in your scarf, it should help with the smell."

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The soldier sheathes his sword and steps forward.

Tiral grits his teeth, his eyes glimmering.

With tears or magic, it's hard to tell.