It had to be him. He, this fyros with whom she had lived so much, with whom she felt inseparable, with whom she had shared the appalling experience of death, and the incredible experience of life.
You'd think he was doing it on purpose.
In front of him, she had shown nothing, neither fear nor panic. She had taken his blood, to analyze it, vaguely claiming she knew how. Nikuya had offered to take a sample to Zora and have it analyzed by the theocracy's scientists. But it was no use. She knew exactly what it was. There was no point in her wasting her time analyzing the fyros's blood, only to observe that something was wrong. She turned a page in her research notebook and noted:
It was far from being a miracle antidote, but it was the only one she was still able to do. When she'd been drugged, it had enabled her to overcome the withdrawal symptoms and her fits of madness. It wasn't going to be enough for Azazor, but it could help.
She snatched a few empty vials and a small jar containing crushed vorax bones, then set off. All ingredients apart from this one had to be of the highest quality and as fresh as possible; there weren't thirty-six places to get them quickly at this time of year.
Then she grumbled. Why was the Zoraï never there when he was needed? No doubt he would have agreed to help his old companion. She had to admit, reluctantly, that this time she hoped the theocracy's healer would react quickly.
You'd think he was doing it on purpose.
In front of him, she had shown nothing, neither fear nor panic. She had taken his blood, to analyze it, vaguely claiming she knew how. Nikuya had offered to take a sample to Zora and have it analyzed by the theocracy's scientists. But it was no use. She knew exactly what it was. There was no point in her wasting her time analyzing the fyros's blood, only to observe that something was wrong. She turned a page in her research notebook and noted:
Violence, Rage. Uncontrollable. Hallucinations.
but no loss of identity, no loss of memory?
-> Symptoms similar to the poison administered by the matisse.
( SCAR ? BLACK SPOT ? )
- Symptoms of withdrawal? for several months?
-> Signs that the poison has been administered several times? probably in smaller doses, at regular intervals?
( Coincide with massages -> Xakosse - link with C?)
- URGENT-
Gulatch oil
Sève Ardente,
Insect larvae,
Vorax bone - X
Ploderos eyes
Pure alcohol
Vials
It was far from being a miracle antidote, but it was the only one she was still able to do. When she'd been drugged, it had enabled her to overcome the withdrawal symptoms and her fits of madness. It wasn't going to be enough for Azazor, but it could help.
She snatched a few empty vials and a small jar containing crushed vorax bones, then set off. All ingredients apart from this one had to be of the highest quality and as fresh as possible; there weren't thirty-six places to get them quickly at this time of year.
Then she grumbled. Why was the Zoraï never there when he was needed? No doubt he would have agreed to help his old companion. She had to admit, reluctantly, that this time she hoped the theocracy's healer would react quickly.
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Eeri"Quand on a le nez trop près de la bouteille, on ne voit plus le bar"