#rivervale_lodge

"I.. don't know, didn't have THAT Much rum" She frowns

"I wouldn't put it past a Balor to have a poisoned edge...." She frowns.

Nadeen says "That fits yes"

"Nadeen, would you text Sylvi? We need her Spring arts."

"Poison? Son of a..." Siv 's eyes darken "I got slower fast.."

Kerri nods. "It wasn't a fair fight. The fact that you survived is a huge victory."

Nadeen is texting TXT: Spring magics needed. Siv may have been poisoned. When you can

Nadeen says "Done"

Quick response TXT: At the mall, on my way unless Gerd can flicker me.

TXT: Gerd isn't here so... Shrug emoji

Nadeen says "To answer your question, the Barony of Dry Tears."

TXT: OMW

Symon texts Dagmar, come to the lodge. ASAP. Will expl.aim

Before squirming his way out from under the crawl space he was exploring, and circling around to the door and heading in.

He didn’t even stop to fix his typos.

Nadeen is startled!

Kerri looks over. "Symon. You don't happen to have arts against poison, do you?"

Siv says "Symon? How long were you listening? Were you listening?"

Kerri isn’t surprised to see him. He’s not surprised to see that. “Not specifically. But you could call Brogan. Aren’t Dairraein supposed to be masters of poisons? It follows that they may know antidotes. Siv, gimme a sec.”

I miss Whispermourn Nadeen thinks

He squints, and looks at Siv, his eyes gleaming that eerie radioactive demon color they get when he uses his autumn arts. Trying to see if he can at least pinpoint something.

Siv weakness is indeed in the blood. Poison of some sort

It might not be so much that Kerri isn't surprised as that she doesn't have time to express surprise. "Of course! A moment...." She heads into the kitchen to see if Brogan is there.

He approaches closer, leaning in and examining the edges of her clothing, the parts where a blade may have torn. He sniffs.

Brogan looks up from pots and pans "Almost done, Hearth"

Smells like... some kind of Neurotoxin

"Leave it. Siv's been poisoned. I'm hoping you know how to counteract that?"

"Depends on the poison" Brogan says "Let me get my bag. "

His eyes widen a bit. “Siv, this is gonna sound rude. But have you had Botox?”

"A what?" Siv blinks

"Quickly." Kerri goes back out to Siv.

“DIdn’t think so. “ Muttering to himself. “Smells like...” ANother sniff, and he looks to Brogan when he returns. “Clostridium botulinum bacterium. I use it in some of my taxidermy. But...” Another sniff. “Ethanol?” That makes it a blank.

And the sidhe boy enters hearing the whiisper "Did you say Clostridium botulinum bacterium?"

Siv blinks "CLosobot..what?"

He licks a finger and rubs the edge of her ripped sleeve, and touches it just ever to the top of his tongue. A grimace. “And salt.”

"Well my blood is salty" Siv says

“could be sweat or blood, but there’s a metallic tinge. More leadish than iron. BLood iron” He clarifies.

Kerri heard the bit about ethanol. "She's been drinking." A nod to the rum bottle.

"You're lucky she doesn't taste of Rum" Nadeen says

BOOM, the door opens. Dagmar has Flyswatter. "What's wrong?"

“I know ethanol esthers.” He taps his nose. “It’s not the rum I smell. But I don’t know what it is. Brogan, does that add up to anything for you?”

Brogan is getting out what looks to be some sort of natural sponge and chemicals "Neurotoxin maybe?" He says "let's see if we can draw it out but it maybe too late"

"I did a Heatherbalm on her. Might have sealed the poison in...." Kerri frowns, concerned.

“It’s not a contact poison or something localized. Seems to be slow spreading...” His over long fingers splay out as he slowly traces the path his senses followed the weakness taking for Brogan. Clammy fingers tracing over Siv’s skin.

Nadeen explains to Dagmar "Siv was poisoned by a cheating Balor lord who was retreiving his 'serf' some sluagh by using the most intriguing... by using magic chains. A duel. Siv lost."

Siv says "Ah.. watch the hands there" at the cold touch

“Not like something you could just cut and bleed out... I don’t think....” He scowls at Siv, but doesn’t stop until his hand is hovering above her temples.

“a neurotoxin?”

Brow furrow.

"Where's the Balor?"