Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27227983-20160930090503/@comment-27227983-20161002072104

Silas: Wilson?

Tangles: *Feels even more ill*

Silas: Oh no, Tangles is feeling worse.

Artix: I have medicine in the hideout. We're almost there.

(The floor stops and behind everyone was a vault door with a number pad on it.)

Artix: *Types in 3-4-8-1 on the number pad, making the vault door open.* There we go, we're in my hideout. *Enters the hideout*