Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151110155038/@comment-24510587-20160105151446

The Breton manages to crawl out of the sand. He moves his hand to his flask, but realises it's not there. "Oh no," He murmurs. He begins digging into the sand, but to no avail; the flask is gone.

"Oh, that's just fucking great!" He yells. "Well done, Nibasa! Great job!" He angrily flicks his wrist, and Malakh appears.

"Get me a bottle of ale," the Breton grumbles. Malakh grunts, disappears, and returns with a bottle. "This is your last one," he says. "You drank all of the others already."

The Breton sighs, but says nothing. He walks to the caravan, climbs inside, and sips from his ale.