Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190524000945/@comment-25828117-20190616222416

Forta stood by the stream where she and the other horses had been left. The knapsack that held the potion hung from Graicus' saddle along with the spear of Hircine which appeared to be radiating some sort of power now. It was not exactly clear to the naked eye. A sort of blurry tremor, as if it were ever so gently vibrating with life and power.