06-26-2022, 10:01 PM
THE FLAMES LICK AT MY FEET
the worried cry of the one known as rowen would bring forth a worried looking salem. following the other inside and pausing to see the regant on the earth. ears flicking back as she stepped closer and shifted her satchel to the floor. "what in the goddess.." she murmured before looking to rowen a moment.
"can i help? i have a few potions that might help with the illness." she offered with a nervous voice. not wishing to overstep.
"speech"
"can i help? i have a few potions that might help with the illness." she offered with a nervous voice. not wishing to overstep.
"speech"
teef
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