Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160701214926/@comment-25126355-20160709185539

Anariel looked to her husband, eyes full of determination. "Please, my love. Later. Enough..." She said voice soft, expression pleading. She pulled Coridal away from his brother. "Stop this. Not now! Calm down. You can discuss this later." She repeated, calming down the younger brother. Varla-Nal, she assumed, could feel the level of her irritation.

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"Well, actually you refused to even think that at first. Though I couldn't blame you... After the bloodshed during the Frensca civil war... But, unfortunately, you are correct. Only a graduate could grow and cultivate that poison successfully. The level of knowledge required for this is... Baffling. I can only think of eleven or so of us who could accomplish this. And two are in this room..." Celemaira explained, taking a seat in one of the chairs. Being in the same room with her old mentor was nostalgic.