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[Blade Master Model 42]

Valor, on the other hand, sword still clutched in his hand, was dreaming happily about an incredible feast, at a table a mile long with food piled two feet high.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris looked over at Gregor.

"Accidental death, some messenger carrying strange potions. I brought him to Ami to see if she could heal him or identify the liquids."

[scapheap]

:"I'll see what I can do."

Heal the dude and check the liquids(focus on the healing)

[Haspen]

Unfortunately, Ami lacked the proper staff and powers to revive the dead guy.

She however managed to identify the potions as some plague cure.

[Sirus]

: "A messenger? Any indication who he is or where he's from?"

[Haspen]

And then Gregor easily recognized standard Menelean uniform armor.

[scapheap]

:"A plague cure? I wonder if I can make it?"

Try

[Haspen]

Ami tried her dardest, but after whacking a bunch of grass with her fist, she deduced she requires proper ingredients and alchemy equipment.

In the meanwhile, the night sky got more of grey and light blue colors than dark blue. Morning must be close.

[SeriousConcentrate]

"A messenger from Kesselring. Judging from what Ami just said, he was on his way to distribute a plague cure."

Chris facepalmed and rubbed at his forehead.

"Maybe we can scrape together enough of the remains to bring some of it over. It'll be less than what they wanted, but some is better than none. Do we have any containers?"

[Sirus]

: "A Menelean soldier? Oh dear, Prixima will NOT be happy with whoever killed him."

"Maybe we can scrape together enough of the remains to bring some of it over. It'll be less than what they wanted, but some is better than none. Do we have any containers?"

Gregor empties a waterskin and holds it out to Chris.

: "It's all I've got. We're not exactly a merchant caravan here."

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris shrugged, albeit not sarcastically.

"You can blame either me or Adrien for that, then. It depends on which matters to you more: the fact I accidentally broke his neck, or that Adrien threw the axe which necessitated tackling him out of the way in the first place."

He emptied his own waterskin as well. He then attempted to fill both waterskins with plague cure.

[Sirus]

: "I'm not going to blame anyone right now. Sounds like it was an accident, and I wasn't there to see anything."

See if Gregor can identify the body.

[Haspen]

Gregor actually easily recognized the body. It was Roy, the red-haired nephew of Captain Torres, a young and dutiful messenger-courier in Kesselring fortress.

[Sirus]

: "Oh no...not Roy."

[SeriousConcentrate]

"You recognize him, huh."

Chris scratched his chin.

"Well. I suppose we should bring the body back to Kesselring. Somebody there might want him for funeral services."