Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20200114055616/@comment-33229352-20200130135927

Ishmael started fumbling around the cave, picking up vials seemingly at random and squinting at their contents. "I don't know if I have cyanide antidote," he mumbled as he searched. He finally selected a vial of dark purple liquid and tossed it to Leci. "Here, kiddo. No promises that it'll taste good."