[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] The Crossed Swords.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] The Group (Sans Cyne and Ntaj) [/indent][/center]

Vomit.

You'd be surprised of the many uses wizards had for vomit. There were spells to induce vomiting to magically expel swallowed materials and precious or dangerous ingredients. And of course some potion or ritual reagents included vomit from otherworldly sorts. Ever shifting protoplasm from the foulest cloisters of the undead. There too were hexes and curses that maligned the victim to vomit blood or slugs depending on the severity of the spell. But a good disgusting tale or memory could leave a person in enough disgust to hack up their insides too. Unless Keystone was a mage who had somehow woven a spell into his story, to cause Femnal the great discomfort to start heaving. Spewing forth profane expulsions as if he were a sailor spewing out profanities. Poor chap, the boy cringed to hear the wretched retching.

[color=bedded]"Hey um... Sorry again Sana for the whole... Potion thing... Was everything Okay?"[/color] Thomas finally mustered up the courage to confront the trio. The tale seemed to be finished, and Thomas approached with some slight hesitation. [color=bedded]"I've been thinking about the whole undead problem, and I don't have a foggiest idea of what's behind it. But if I could suggest we start trying to figure out if the sources of the necromancy is arcane or divine, or naturally unnatural. I mean for someone or something that can resurrect a bunch of skeletons, control them, and make them explode, isn't it a bit much to annoy a small town and orc encampment? Unless there's something significant hidden here or some politick to exploit..."[/color]

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"And the food's pretty darn good here. Maybe it's a secret recipe that they're after"[/color] A comment trying to jest and mask his caving spine. He wasn't too ready to face up to Keystone, Kyra and Sana quite that yet, not without Ntaj or Cyne, and Satilla supporting him. He had yet after all to prove his usefulness to the group, well there was that tidbit of recalling what that red smoke was, but he really ought to be more than just a shabby creature compendium.