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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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[guardiansinner]

[Things trickle through her mind in horrified shock at that. No, she wouldn't.... It's tempting. But he's dangerous, and it's wrong. And it's horrible. How could she ever even THINK that? Think of stooping to his level, even for a second?!]