Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150409213922/@comment-3293219-20150411220220

Isaiah slowly fed Arik with some of the potions, numbing the pain of his wounds and giving him some strength, though it was a temperary solution at best...

"Alright, so long as he doesn't overdo it, he should be able to walk just fine..."

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Arrietty nodded and rushed over behind the tavern counter, kneeling down and drawing the beer from the tap, giggling to herself as she did so.