Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140222014010/@comment-11457306-20140223221825

(I guess I'm RP'ing by myself....)

Torene opened her eyes to look at Anwen. "The baby..."

"Yes, I guessed," said Anwen. "You've overtaxed yourself.  Cramping?"

"Yes..."

Anwen knew all about miscarriage. "Tell me what to mix." She was busy pulling out Torene's gear and alchemical ingredients.

"Butterfly wing, blue moutain flower, powdered bone...deathbell..."

"Deathbell!" exclaimed Anwen.

"Just a few petals..."

Anwen did as she was told, grinding and mixing in the morter as quickly as possible.

"Bind it with some of that blood tonic..." Torene's voice was weak.

Anwen got to her feet painfully and went to find Mak's pack, which held the tonics.