Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191014000602/@comment-5543592-20191015184812

"Fuckin' forget it." Scaldor said, standing up. "Always gotta complicate shit, you people." He stood close to Clodagh, uncomfortably so, but, perhaps surprisingly, did not smell. "Here." He produced a small, brass jar from the side of his coat, and unscrewed it, keeping it concealed by his side. Inside was a milky-white ointment, which Scaldor dabbed his fingers in and then ran through his hair.

"'On't let anyone else use it, I only got so much.  If you do, I'll fuckin' kill you.  And then I'll do something gross to yer corpse or something." He said it without threat.