Arandor
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A strong heat overwhelms Merel, and after a couple of agonizing seconds, a disgusting-looking liquid flows from his nose – all that remains of the chill that had been implanted in him. The Cooling potion in his inventory breaks.
Realizing what had happened, Merel covered his nose and raised his head so as not to meet anyone's gaze.
- Hey, what's wrong with you? Do you need help?
- Apparently, the flight had an effect, - the astrologer tried to explain. - Pressure changes and all that. I should have rested before the walk. I'd like to go back to the hotel, but I'm afraid it might be problematic without help.
Be strong. Believe