Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150105092050/@comment-16669347-20150107063600

"Okay. I don't think you're understanding me." Hyathil muttered quietly. "Whatever, give me your arm." Hyathil said to the innkeeper after he cast harmony so everyone in the inn was calmed.

When she gave him her arm he took a knife and gently cut her arm. He collected the blood in a goblet, mixing it with his wine, then healed her. When he was finished drinking he got up and went to the Hall of Dead.