Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170802235832/@comment-24510587-20170805223343

"Please remain still," Mortimer instructed. They had no more rope at hand, so he decided to take the one thing that could constitute: his wrappings. Using the very tips of his finger-blades, he began to unwind the coverings of his left arm, revealing the grey, wrinkled, leathery hide underneath. It was lined with criss-cross stitchwork.

When he had removed a sufficient amount of wrappings - just about his entire lower arm - he cut the end with one of his fingers and handed the cloth to Lott.

"These might be disgusting, I apologise," Mortimer said, "but it is the best we can do"