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Odild decides not to wait for an invitation and to end the trial as quickly as possible — he takes a new dish into his mouth and... Nothing noticeable seems to happen? Except that his trusty sword falls from his hands.
Odild receives: Dullness -1 to learning ability, stacks.
And forgets: Sword The character can use a sword without penalty.
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— Odild, no!.. — Stefania, who had wanted to raise the point that this food was dangerous, didn't manage to do anything. The warrior acted faster than she and Manka could have reacted.
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 had clearly become much dumber. He had likely suffered irreparable damage.
All Stefania managed to do was knock the dish0 from his hands and completely get rid of the vile concoction so that no one else would repeat Odild'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 of the reds. - Rusty, it seemed, didn't care about the dulled subordinate. Perhaps now he would be even more obedient. - Will you still insist on the need for the whole squad to go to the camp?
— Isn't the answer obvious? — Stefania spoke quite calmly and reservedly; right now Eugene could see in her almost a copy of her father.
Her gaze said: "Act, but quickly."
— If possible, less painfully for him, — she added, glancing toward the afflicted Odild, hinting at the talent of his eyes. After all, better to explode quickly without understanding anything than to die slowly. This remark could only be heard by the Rusty Knight.