Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140222014010/@comment-11457306-20140224005909

"How much?" asked Anwen, with the bottle poised over the mortar.

"All of it," Torene screamed as another cramp took her. Anwen poured and mixed frantically, then lifted her her head and tilted the bowl carefully so she could drink it. Her own pain was forgotten in the face of Torene's agony. The thought that she might lose her baby brought tears to Anwen's eyes. Her own memories threatened to overwhelm her.

Torene drank. Then they waited. Anwen looked back through the open door, wondering who was still alive and how they were faring against Novo and Mannimarco. The noise of battle had died down a little. Was that good? Or bad?

(She does not know that Mannimarco escaped.)