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[shall_yield_us]

The same substance, in a tea spoon's fill is cure, in excess is... hmmm. Poison.

Well, Paracelsus be bless-damned, I shouldn't want more than a bite of you nomad tribes any-the-how. Unless you bring and maybe sing news, or blood offerings, or prayers.

But mostly news. Come, come, parasites. I'll take your news.


[ ooc: nothing past AS vol. 18, please ;; ]

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[truecolors]

In that case...

[ just ask him. he remembers this strange place. he's been here a minute ago. ]

I can only give the little talent I have as a painter.

[shall_yield_us]

Then scrape more, make more. Give me nothing, if you won't give me the best.

1/2

[truecolors]

[ !! ]

[truecolors]

[ He's an artist. Challenge sparks determination. ]

I'm sure that if I painted you, it would be my best work to date.

[ He knows the combination for all perfect colors. All except the perfect red he's been looking for. ]

[shall_yield_us]

Painted me? How? In what?

[truecolors]

I've been brought with my canvas and equipment. I could use a wall to paint mural too.

[shall_yield_us]

On wood, in colours mixed with your own blood. That is my price.

[truecolors]

M...My blood?

[ Alone blanches. But that won't do. He doesn't have strong shades of red. ]

The colors won't be right.