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Redram climbed out of the cage and did some light stretching.
- Yes, this is much better! - Hostor approached the table, carefully examining the tools. - Did you find any notes?
Among the various tools, such as a scalpel, and a pile of other items whose purpose Hostor did not understand, stood out a serrated sickle (+3, 5-12 (26-33), bleeding, Defense: 4) and an amputation knife (+3, 4-8, (16-20), damage x4 if the target has no armor or a critical hit occurred, Defense: 5)
Anther tried to pry open the bars of his cage and escape.
Not a bad weapon, definitely better than nothing. Redram handed the scythe to Reynold, and then examined the knife in his own hands before heading off to inspect the cabinets with vials for any familiar ingredients.
- Hey, help me get out. - the homunculus called out to the former prisoners.
Oh, I had already forgotten about him. - Go to Reynold for help, he's the professional when it comes to stakes.
"Right, I completely forgot about the homunculus!" Reynold slapped himself on the forehead. Taking the scythe from Hostor, he went to help Anter. After freeing the homunculus, Trast returned to the cabinet with potions, trying to find those that looked like healing potions.
- It's better not to split up, or they'll definitely catch us. In such cases, I always go straight ahead, - said the dwarf and looked at the nix. - By the way, I'm Heimir.
upd: *Heimir will continue the search automatically, regardless of whether the group splits up or not.*
"Damn, my throat is parched, I haven't had anything to drink in a while. It's probably risky, but I think I'll try one of these potions!"
After examining the potions, Reynold chose the one whose smell at least vaguely resembled something edible and tested it on a grate before taking a sip.
If the first potion turns out to be acid, he tries the second, and so on. He keeps the acid for himself.
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