[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color]  THE (not so merry) TAVERN!. 
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color]  The Group [/center]

[color=bc8dbf] “Thank you, Thomas.”[/color] Satilla stated as she had finished cutting up beetles and moved onto taking the flask, moving her hand above a now empty plate and quickly poured some into one of her hands, moving her fingers to clean up her hand. Sure enough just as Thomas had stated it was quite the kick this thing. She was so glad she hadn't poured any on open wound... Actually that said, it would clean up wounds like no other if they watered it down somewhat. She made  a mental check to do that later before proceeded to repeat it with her other hand in haste and handed the flask back, before whiping her hands in her skirt. No need for manners giving the situation.[color=bc8dbf]” Alright, let's go, Thomas.”[/color] She stated as she too stood up, grabbing the glass container for the rest of the glans as she stood up, placing it in her bag for the moment.

 Taking firm hold of her simple wooden staff, she walked outside to join the rest.[color=bc8dbf]” I'm ready too.”[/color] Satilla stated, as Skittles meowed, standing by her.[color=bc8dbf]” And Skittles's ready too...”[/color] She added with a smile.

 Depending on the undead type she'd have to switch form the staff to the silver dagger Kyra had gifted her, so she made sure it was firmly secured on her belt also.