Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20150706030007/@comment-26084195-20150707223402

The pink-haired woman returns, carrying plenty of supplies, with the rest of it held on a bed of floating silvery liquid. "That alwis has a point. A better point than you, Maiar. But we can untie him now. We need to push off. Here, warm clothes, dried meat, and al other supplies needed for survival in Forodwaith. Enough for us, and a few extras. Everyone, take a backpack and bedroll." The silvery liquid floats out from beneath the supplies and they drop to the floor. "We should leave as soon as possible. Let's not allow the Dark Lord any more of a chance to beat us to our objective." She walked over to the road they would be leaving along and stood waiting.