Dal Shabet

— Ratislav is losing Lucian's support.
His eyes and hair have faded.
The addiction to dream dust is cured.
Old wounds are healing (+2 to Constitution).

-What... happened? - Ratislav looked around. -Something... is wrong. - The Tyrian tried to figure out what exactly was WRONG, but a feeling of inner emptiness kept growing. -I must say a prayer... say... - unexpectedly, Ratislav realized what had happened. -Lucian... I no longer feel... his support... How could this be. - The Tyrian resignedly sat down on the ground near the sarcophagus, then took out a prayer book, carefully flipped through a couple of pages, and then threw it aside.