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Magic Song
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>Wait for her to stop
By the time she’s done with her… thing, I don’t feel all that much better, but at least I can see straight. I call her over, telling her to bring the flask along.
“I found some bandages, so we can get your wounds covered up,” I explain. “However, we first have to clean them, and all we have for that, is alcohol strong enough to strip paint.”
“It’s going to hurt. A lot,” I continue, after she doesn’t respond. “So I’d appreciate you not stabbing me in retaliation. I’m doing this to prevent infection, alright?”
“Alright.”
“Good. Try not to breathe,” I pull out the stopper and soak a piece of bandage in the contents, half-expecting to see it dissolve. “The hand, please.”
She flinches when the alcohol comes in contact with exposed flesh, then holds still.
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Ask if she knows anything about the layout of the fortress
“I don’t suppose you know what’s the fastest way to the exit?” I try to distract her from the pain. “Or where we could find food and water and, preferably, no dwarves?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you at least know where this place is? Under the plains, or in the mountains?”
“Yes,” she frowns, “mountains…”
That’s something, I suppose.
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