Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-12599067-20140122034659

(As usual, I will not be around for long tomorrow evening, and I must depart after this post.)

Makoru finally awoke from his slumber, although it was evident he was still very weary and rather weak. He eyes will still half shut when he looked around, and he winced whenever he shifted, which made sitting up a nightmare.

"Well it's about damn time," Jack grumbled, sheathing his knife. "Mak, you better know what you're doing. We don't have time for any more setbacks," he said as he thrust the map in Makoru's face, then handed him a healing potion.

"Can't it wait? I'm tired, and my arm and back feel like I've been killed again," Makoru complained as he took the map. Jack shot him a cutting gaze and Makoru simply let out a sigh, opening up the map and giving Anwen directions in the gravelly voice of a man in pain while he attempted to sit upright.

(I must go. G'night all.)