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>After you finish bandaging Kani offer her a knife. She said she'd make you pay, might as well get that over with.
Kani: ”I was talking to the scarecrow, idiot.” she snarls before looking away from you, “But thank you for saving me… even if you did it in a moronic way that cost me my ear.”
>Orma shouldn't be left alone, ever, and no spells unless absolutely necessary. Make sure she knows we need her, and that she's been doing well so far.
Orma: ”Why, such a young, handsome boy being worried about little old me, hmm?” she sits down on a pile of wood and produces a small, wooden pipe, “but you needn’t fret, dear, I know what I’m doing.” with a snap of her finger, the pipe lights up, spewing out a black, sickly looking smog, “It’s not the first time I’ve cast spells, after all.”
Raskrev: ”Still, you didn’t sound very… ah… lucid for a bit there.” you rub the back of your head awkwardly, “Are you sure you’re alright?”
Orma: ”Come here!” before you can react she pulls you in with her tail, before grabbing your head and smushing it into her chest, “There, hugging a cute fox boy will make me feel even better.”
Raskrev: ”Ugh…” you groan, the vile smell of the pipe entering your nose, “What even is that?”
Orma: ”It’s a drug that calms the nerves, dear.” she takes a drag before continuing, “Very addictive, very dangerous. Makes you very sick given time… luckily, I’m already old, so I needn’t worry.” You watch as she exhales smoke from her nostrils, “Tobacco, I believe it’s called.”
Orma’s mind is no longer on the brink of madness.
>Still, if she's bleeding internally (which given that she's coughing blood...), she needs more than bandages. If Orma has any more healing potions, now might be a good time for one.
Orma: ”I do only have one potion left, so you better be careful, dears.”
Kani: ”Give it here!” the hare grabs the potion out of the snakes hand and downs it in one motion, “Ugh, this taste like rot!”
Orma: ”It’s not meant to taste good, Kani.” Orma takes another long drag from her pipe, “It will save your life, nothing more.”
>I think we might need to go back inside and rest again.
Kani: ”Ha! With all the noise we’ve been doing the whole forest is probably already on its way. No way we can stay, pipsqueak.”
Gokk: ”As much as I hate running, we can’t stand and fight the whole blasted area.”
Orma: ”We need to head for the city.”
Raskrev: ”Maybe we can find another-”
Orma: ”Unless we get into the city, we’re dead.”
Raskrev: ”…alright, I guess it shouldn’t be that far… the guide did say something about a sewer drain…”
Kani: ”We’re going through the shit tunnels?” she shrugs, “Well, let’s mosey before the rot takes us.”
>Gokk's arm is undeniably infected and getting worse, and has been for a while.
Gokk: ”Bah! It’s fine.” he flexes his arm, “See, it doesn’t even hurt anymore.”
Orma: ”It’s infected. Probably from that wretch that puked on you. Somehow it got into your blood.“ she sighs, “We need to cut it off.”
Gokk: ”What? No way.” balling his hand into a fist, the crocodile grins, “It feels even stronger than before! No way am I cutting my arm off, you old hag!”
Orma: “The Rot can’t be cured…” she puffs her pipe, “and when it spreads to your brain, you’ll become just another wretched… or worse.”
Gokk: ”Ha! Why would we listen to some old, half-mad witch?”
Kani: ”I don’t know…” the hare sounds unsure, “She’s the expert.”
Orma: ”I’d rather cut of your arm than your head.”
Gokk: ”…Bah, you two are insane.”
You watch as his hand pulses in a disgusting manner…
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