Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180721225242/@comment-3293219-20180725203953

"If not, I could always try to overwhelm his barrier." Virde suggested.

"Those things ain't as strong as they look."

Moira returned to the table, with a pint in her hand. She slowly removed her filtering mask and placed it to the side before taking a sip of ale. Her libs were seemingly black, with small veins jutting out of them as if the sickness had taken root there.