Forgotten Poisons Part 1
The Seer knelt down beside her and softly applied a dampened cloth to her forehead trying to keep Edenil as comfortable as possible while they waited to see when the poison that had intoxicated her body would wear off.
"Will boss be okay, drow lady?" Deekin was fidgeting with anything he could get his littlle claws on as he sat next to Edenil on the side table, constantly asking the Seer if Edenil was going to be okay.
The Seer looked over at Deekin with hope filled eyes, "She'll wake soon enough, dear Kobold. See here?" Her hands slowly lifted one of Edenil's hands up and gently turned it over so her pulsing black veins were noticable. "You can see the poison slowly leaving her body," and with that she lay Edenil's hand back beside her shaking body.
"Aaaah! Deekin sees they less dark now. He can see normal colour veins coming back!" Deekin jumped to his feet and quickly scrambled over to his backpack where he took out his papers and quill ready to keep writing his epic novel now that he was certain his boss would be okay. Deekin was very brave for a Kobold, attempting to push Edenil out of the way as a dart flew straight toward her neck not a few hours ago. Being as little as he was he was unable to push her away in time.
"We should leave her to rest, there is not much more we can do for her," the Seer stood up and looked over at Valen and Nathyrra who were standing at the end of the bed, "and I think it would be best if you both got some rest. Today's journey must have been tiring."
Nathyrra's naturally dark complexion, the native skin colour of the drow, was covered in mud and blood, her usually bright white hair was now a murky grey. She was short and slim which made her the perfect assassin.
Valen had blood around his mouth no doubt from fighting some of their enemy drow away from Edenil as she lay on the cold floors of the Underdark unable to defend herself. For a tifeling he was very tall and strongly built from the many years he served in the Blood Wars. His rich red hair was matted with blood and gore and in between fighting the leather tie in his hair must have broken for now his hair was down and sitting just below his shoulders in clumps, his horns however were fairly clean.
Valen opened his mouth to protest. Nathyrra caught sight of him to quickly interrupt, "Yes Mother Seer, the rest would be greatly appreciated – for the *both* of us," she bowed and turned to Valen who was hesitant to leave but with a slight nudge from Nathyrra slowly followed her out of the room looking over his shoulder one last time, his tail flicking around in frustration.