Character: Francis Fouquenot

Status: Wishing he had done more cardio. 

The chef inspected the runes with no earthly idea what he was looking at but nonetheless impressed by the skillful craftsmanship that went into the design. He listened absentmindedly as the others spoke around him but made no real effort to get invested in any of theit conversations, for now it was enough to listen and assess the group he was traveling with. The click however seemed louder than any conversation going on around them. 

BOOM!!!

Francis barely has the time to react to what unfolds before him. Suddenly the roof begins to cave in not too far ahead of him near that man with the Sword, he believed his name was Alaerin, the Thunderous retort of guns echoed, and flames began filling the narrow tunnel from the golem. In the midst of all this chaos Silus threw his potion. Normally Francis would have had no hope in catching something in a situation like this, but perhaps it was the flames making him feel at home, perhaps it was the fact that the potion was a drinknof sorts and thus fell into the food category, or perhaps it was just luck but nonetheless, he managed to catch the potion. 

He was already halfway turned to run when the potion landed in his hands, he eyes it briefly before determining that it would be better used by that Alaerin gentleman. (Appraisal F) Thus he made what may well have been the most foolish decision of his life. “ [color=9e0b0f]rien ne va ici[/color]” he muttered to himself as he began to sprint, as carefully as one could, towards the lightning wielding swordsman. “[color=9e0b0f]Oi, stormy homme![/color]” He would shout hoping it made it past all the cross noise, he got maybe ten feet from the man when he tossed the gifted potion to him calling out once more “[color=9e0b0f]Behind you, DRINK![/color]”