Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140116231609/@comment-3293219-20140119235512

(In Manchester, that sound means one of two things.

1. Rain

2. A drunk is pissing on your windows.)

Corelas held his hand up, telling Belwen to hang back again. He needed someone in the main hall, to make sure that nothing or no one sneaked up on him.

Corelas heard shuffling in the alchemy lab, he opened the door, readying his knife.

"Results are outstanding! My mind feels as fresh as it did 100 years ago!"

Corelas smiled to himself, trying surpress his laughter.

"I must say..." he butted in.

"You look remarkably good for your age." He mocked.