Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160804171050/@comment-25126355-20160912205957

"Well, her books and studies are her great passion these days. Besides, she's always said the only reason she remained in one place for so long was because of her marriage. When father died, I think her ability to stay still died with him." Anariel said, taking a sip of her tea. She loved her father, but unlike her husband, the mention of a deceased father did not bring her down. She had barely known the man. In truth, she knew him more through the stories of her uncle and grandmother.

As the hound whined, Anariel noticed the purple eyes and sent an angry, confused look at her husband. If Sodahrin, or Gods forbid, Ardis found out what the dog actually was... Anariel sipped some more tea.

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"Here." She said, taking a red bottle from the bad and giving it to the mage.

"There's some Bristlewort growing over there. Crush it up and drink it with the potion. It'll speed up your recovery." She said, turning back to her chanting. They had to be ready NOW. Other cultists could already be near them