Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140206023248/@comment-12599067-20140217013910

"Let me see that," Jack said, rushing over to the spot where Anwen and Stroggvir were inspecting. He pushed them aside and tapped his knuckles against the stone, which answered him with a hollow-sounding thunk.

"What are you--" Makoru was stopped midsentence when Jack reached over and snatched Bloodharvest from its sheath, then drove the ebony blade into the wall before him. The sword sunk deep into the wall, earning a grin from Jack.

"Aha! A wooden door, painted to look like stone. Very clever," Jack smiled, turning to Stroggvir and Kjalek. "Could you help me pick up that bowl? If we pour that foul mixture on the door, I think it might melt through the wood," he said enthusiastically, already making his way to the bowl and placing both hands on the rim of the bowl, just out of reach of the steaming potion.