Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150321160853/@comment-5543592-20150321172558

Dacian, most likely for the first time in ten years, grinned at her. He had a surprisingly pleasant smile for a necromancer.

"It's not trouble." He muttered and let out a long, low wheeze, trying to expel the smoke out of his lungs. "I trust you would do the same for me." His hand glowed golden as he held it over his body to heal himself. He sat up, rubbing the smoke-drawn tears from his eyes. He glanced over at Arriety, who was lying in a crumpled heap. He scooted to her.and then rolled her onto her back and cast healing hands on her until all the superifical wounds were healed.

Dacian glanced at the medallian around Kay's neck, and guessed it was safe there.