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– Let's go take a look at their hideout. I'm sure it will be worth our time, and the risk involved, – Asmund looked at the prisoners. – These will go ahead, so everything should be fine.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
Well, it's possible, but she will have to stay close by.
Added 1 minute ago After covering most of the distance, the group had to stop for a short time because Torir began to suffer from severe vomiting and bloody diarrhea. During this break, many members of the group started feeling weak. Torir gains a new perk.
-- Oh, damn... -- Torir barely suppressed another urge to vomit. -- I guess I shouldn't have eaten those fruits. If I survive, I'll strangle that bastard. -- We're not exactly saints either, -- Ilsa said. -- We fell for the free stuff. So... I hope not everyone ate them? Otherwise, this mistake could be our last. Revan, can we brew some universal antidote right now?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
-- Alright, while we're taking a break, I'll try to brew a medicine. I haven't done it before, but we don't have many options. But it won't be enough for everyone, at most three doses. How many of us are poisoned? Ilsa gets a universal medicine from the Outpost and makes three of them.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
-- I told you, we should have dealt with those merchants... -- You told me later that it was just a joke, -- Albert shook his head. -- Never mind, dwelling on it won't help. We need to deal with the consequences, not waste time on pointless reflection. The Yarl examines Torir for signs of illness.