Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140606005130/@comment-5543592-20140607225444

"Whatever." Said Anaril with a wave of his hand, before turning to find a corner to rest in.

Eogan shrugged, not sure how to respond. They were in a dark narrow corridor. The Reachman new little of alchemy or anything like it, so he wasn't quite sure what he was looking for. Perhaps bugs or fungi?