Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190207224937/@comment-25828117-20190208015857

Graicus breathed in deeply at the rejuvenated power flowing through him. His clothes looked like a right mess. Dried blood coated it everywhere, and it was cut up in such ways that the healed yet hairy body underneath showed quite clearly. He had worn this tunic since he had met the others outside Cheydinhal, months ago but now it might've become time to get a new one. There was only so much stitching could do to make himself presentable again. "Bring me to him."