Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-7203512-20160313065619

Having thanked Fyr, Aelwin put all but one herb in his sack. He tore a small leaf and chewed it, trying not to cringe. He then pushed the other piece on the wound and uttered a silent groan. A tear rolled down his dirty cheek, and Aelwin wiped it out with a scarred arm, the blood soaking from the bandage mixing with the dirt on his face. The Breton tried to distract himself by trying to light a flame from his index finger and throw it on the dirt, yet once the flame was birthed, it cast a light on Aelwin's finger, and a terrified Breton quickly extinguished it. He then took a closer look at his finger. Heavily breathing, Aelwin screamed.

The nail on his index finger was dislocated.