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Odlyd decides not to wait for an invitation and to end the trial as quickly as possible — he puts a new dish in his mouth and... Nothing noticeable seems to happen? Except that his trusty sword slips from his hands.
Odlyd receives: Dullness -1 to learning ability, stacks.
And forgets: Sword The character can use a sword without penalty.
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— Odlyd, no!.. — Stefania, who had wanted to bring up the fact that this food was dangerous, didn't manage to do anything. The warrior acted faster than she and Manka could react.
And shortly after, words were unnecessary. Something clicked in the head of the seemingly self-assured warrior in the blink of an eye, causing him to lose his blade. And his expression clearly became far more foolish. He had likely suffered irreparable damage.
All Stefania managed to do was knock the dish0 out of his hands and completely get rid of the vile concoction so that no one else would repeat Odlyd's mistake.
— I suppose, other than going to the camp with those freaks, there's nothing more we can do, — Stefania summed up. She felt awful inside, but right now she looked extremely composed, much like her own father.
- There are five of us. Four Reds. - Rusty didn't seem to care about his dulled subordinate. Perhaps now he would be even more obedient. - Do you still insist on the need for the whole squad to go to the camp?