Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131127153935/@comment-12599067-20131128004138

Makoru accepts his sword from Paris, nodding in appreciation, and sat Peri down. He brought out a healing potion and poured it down her throat, praying the wounds weren't as bad as they looked. Cynthia raised an eyebrow.

Cynthia: "Got stones in your ears? I asked if you were followed."

Makoru: "No, I wasn't followed. Give me a moment, I'll explain once no one's in danger of dying."