Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150408103909/@comment-5614539-20150415134302

"The potions, Master." Aldon croaked, ripping the satchel from his belt second before his body snapped rigid, before pinging across the room three feet and smashing through a table. He shook from side to side, thrashing and destroying glasses around him. This continued for several minutes, before Aldon fell asleep. When the Grand Master looked into the pouch, she would see syringes filled with potions of regeneration.