Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5518614-20150820044317/@comment-5614539-20151104031900

Cyrus pulled the dart out of his leg. If it had any poison on it, he would be better off getting as little of it as he could in his bloodstream. He then reached under Yulanor to pick her up and carry her off the street.

Dionysius drew his blade, ancient, dull, but as as sharp as a sword could be. "Who are you?" he asked, coldly.