The beer was bought when Voldemar didn't yet have the potion in his inventory, but since it was the GM's mistake, let's consider that he added it...
A nod of the head, meaning "yes".
Voldemar hands the drunkard a mug of potion, a second one to Arno, and "drains" the third himself.
- Ugh... I rarely drink at all, but today there was a lot of paperwork at the academy, so I just dropped by to unwind a bit too...
- Hey, what do you mean "I don't have long left"? Sick or something, or thinking of offing yourself over a woman? Cut that out, man... I had a little "problem" of my own once, long ago. No big deal, I got through it... I'd even say I gained some "useful experience" and became "more discerning"... Things'll work out for you too...
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Mm. A fight between the monster and Master Gus would have been quite entertaining...
– Fighting that creature alone is a risky endeavor. All due respect to your fist-fighting skill, – Ottar remarked. – The most likely candidate is the herbalist. The only healthy peasant woman, knows all the victims and met me... The second candidate is the village elder. I ran into him right away. Just as I entered the village. He's the one who recommended me lodging and listed everyone I ended up visiting. The third is an unfamiliar peasant woman with a bucket of water. Who she is – unclear. Where she lives – also unclear. But she saw me. The carpenter, the hunter, and the apprentice looked far worse than that trio... they're bedridden and very sincere in the pitifulness of their condition. Nevertheless, the creature is an excellent actor. It could have been one of them too. But the chance is small. And, of course, the creature might not have been among that six at all. I'm putting 30% on the herbalist, 20% each on the elder and the peasant woman with the bucket, 5% on each of the other three, and the remaining 15% on all of them being clean.
In reality, Ottar believed that fighting the creature at night was the only chance to defeat it for good. But he didn't want to risk the master. This village wasn't worth the life of the capital's best healer.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
