Nowaru

Nuesh wakes up on the cold floor of a stinking cell devoid of any light source. His head is splitting like a nut under the pressure of a hammer, his stomach is churning inside out, and the pain in his chest where the shoddy bandage, now stained with his own blood, sits burns so much that it makes him regret even waking up.
[Nuesh -5 to all characteristics]

Meanwhile, Tirza's opponent was preparing for the duel.

(he could be seen from the spectator seats)

I forgot to take something into account regarding the Assarian skill there, but since she won anyway, I won’t recalculate.
Good support, Nebo.
Going to sleep.