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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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[shall_yield_us]

Then, my Lord, sit down.

[bedsidemanners]

I'm not in the mood to be mocked, Rosiel.

[shall_yield_us]

No, you're in the mood to make threats you can't see through.

You want for her safe passage so badly? So be it. Give me something in return.

[bedsidemanners]

Do you really want to test that?

She won't st-- you won't follow through.