Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-5824038-20150330152144

The old man picked up Lyrissa's unconscious body, and slung her over his shoulder. Then he walked off, back to his home, to sell her to an exotic circus nurse her back to health.

When he had got back home he laid her out on the sofa, and went into his kitchen to mix something together. For this was Quintus Caecilius Clemens, who used to be the personal alchemist to the Emperor. With the Senate, he had fallen on bad times, but he still kept his alchemical equipment with him.

He came back with a bubbling broth, and gently let it slip down the unconscious girl's throat. It would keep her body in homeostasis while he started to make a more permanent solution.

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'I guess you're right!' Meledran panted, before they turned a corner and rushed into the Jolly Maiden.

'Sander!' the Bosmer yelled out. 'We have a bit of a dangerous situation. Some lunatic has become a Behemoth wannabe, and is trying to destroy the city! There's a bad fire, and it's spreading. He seems like trouble.'