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!!Bj+uCsh7Spg 05/08/12(Tue)22:27 No.19032539>>19032203
By the stone white colour of Siobhan's face and the wide glare in her eyes, you can tell she is bewildered by the nomad's accusations. Either that or she is still very ill. He looks over the potion you offer and, after some consideration, decides to take it.
"You have me at your mercy, anyway. If you choose to kill me via poison, so be it."
He uncorks the vial and downs the red liquid. It seems to have a bitter taste, for he soon carries an expression as if he had bitten into a particularly strong lemon. But you can see the wound on his chest begin to fade. The skin visibly grows over the slice, as if sewing itself together, until the impression in his skin is gone. When he speaks again, his voice, too, is much clearer, and he flexes his fingers much more easily. He still remains drenched in blood, of course.
"You would show someone who tried to kill you mercy? Very well... I'll tell you what I know." He pulls himself to his feet. Cu readies his sword, but as Hawne kicks away the knife he had dropped, the squat guardsman relaxes somewhat. "I do not know the history of the Oak Table, but it is, indeed, they who imprisoned the Crow. When she took form amongst man, they bound her inside a great tree. It is said she has spoken to certain individuals... and bestowed them with a gift. Estrus was the first of our tribe to recieve her gift. I am the second. I have only heard her voice once, but she called for help."
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