Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190815003529/@comment-5543592-20190815185027

Smith unscrewed it and poured the contents out into the dirt. He held it to his chest, stuck his finger's into the wound there, and pressed down. Smith grimaced against the pain as ichor dribbled into the flask. He held it for the count of five, and then pulled the flask away. It was filled about a fifth of the way.

"Alright." Smith said, handing the flask to to Shagra. "Pour this down his throat."