They were still talking when Flaxseed lurched in, his head bandaged, yet his grin entirely unscathed. “Jared! I’m alive! That geezer’s holy light looked fierce, but it’s got nothing on your Dragonslayer Sword!”
“Easy, mind the wound,” Jared said, helpless and amused in equal measure. Flaxseed never did recall pain for long. “Forget the wound. Look what I brought!” He produced a black clay jar from his robe.
“This is a balm made from the inner core of an Amethyst Toad in Venom Valley. It’s specifically used for injuries. Apply it, you will be moving tomorrow!”
Jared’s eye twitched at the bubbling green paste. “Are you sure that isn’t poison?”
“You doubt me?” Stung, Flaxseed smeared a green paste onto a fist-sized pebble. The stone hissed, green smoke curling upward.
“See? It even eats rock. Perfect for cleaning a wound!”
Seeing this, Jared was speechless. A calm voice floated in from outside the courtyard. “Mr. Chance, healing cannot be rushed.”
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