Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160626032211/@comment-25828117-20160630023409

"I just did." Evan wheezed. Taking that drink from the Nord's hands anyways.

While he took the cork off the bottle the Breton smiled and felt the need to explain:

"You know... At the Mages Guild they think it's actually your ears that cause sea-sickness, not your stomach... It's something to do with the sensitivity of an organ in there-"

Evan stopped when he put his nose over the lip of the dark green bottle, and he instantly regretted doing so. Almost automatically he winced back and coughed.

"Oh by the unholy Sheor..." the priest muttered as the fumes clawed into his face. he then looked at the dark bottle Jorunn had given him, daring not to think what could possible be festering in there.