Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140406165457/@comment-24818339-20140413023953

"And where would one be? Wait, I have an idea."

Matthieu got a small dagger and cut his chest, and winced. He quickly willed all of the magic in him into his chest and ribcage, mending broke ribs back into place. the cut quickly sealed, but left a fairly visible scar. He wiped up the blood around him, tossed the towels, then wrapped the white fur cloak around himself.

"Oh, I think I can finally walk properly.."