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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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[beyourarmy]

For that you'd have to be not be around at all. You kinda stand out.

[cagedsanctuary]

...

[She was hoping Rosiel didn't notice her.]

[beyourarmy]

[Looks at her, worried at her silence. He can guess why, too, but he doesn't even dare turn in Rosiel's direction or say his name. It's the least he can do for her.]