Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200106232024/@comment-7262318-20200107034529

"Yes... I, if it's not-"

"Telana, hurry up!" An old dark elf barked from somewhere behind her.

"I'm hurrying!" She snapped back to him. Sighing in frustration, she ripped free a gold pouch, quite large, and shoved it into Lysilde's hands, for she was the closest. "Please... if you could get to the apothecary and come back here with... potions, supplies, whatever he has... please, I would be grateful."