mental link | morning of day :039
[ The ever present mental music that plays from the bard's end of the connection grows invasively louder sometime after breakfast, and it is rather anxious. The morning has been heavy enough already with packing getting underway, but this is due to something different. While the music in him is clear as ever, his thoughts stumble across the connection sloppily and desperately. ]
( I require a detective... I think. Oh dear, this is quite dire… )
[ He knows of several, but with the situation being as dire as he claims, well... he may need as much help as possible. All hands on deck. ]
( I believe someone has discovered that I am not Carbauschian, and... has poisoned me. )
[ The pauses between coherent thought are more than a bit dramatic, but he's being quite serious. ]
( I require a detective... I think. Oh dear, this is quite dire… )
[ He knows of several, but with the situation being as dire as he claims, well... he may need as much help as possible. All hands on deck. ]
( I believe someone has discovered that I am not Carbauschian, and... has poisoned me. )
[ The pauses between coherent thought are more than a bit dramatic, but he's being quite serious. ]
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( I... may have exposed some skin between my gloves and sleeves while performing in the town square last night. I had to tear holes in the tips of the gloves in order to play in public at all, and someone must've seen- )
[ It's embarrassing to admit, but he does believe it. ]
( The symptoms are quite strong. Chills, dizziness, pain... I may be running a fever. It's all come on so quickly. )
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( Have you had anything to drink or eat recently that might have been compromised? Have you touched anything new with your skin? )
[ Until they figure this out, the only thing to do is approach this logically, so that's what she does: one step at a time. ]
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[ Pained as he is, his thoughts can't help but wander for a moment. He had always been too thin back home, his options often limited to bland vegetables. But the Hyrypians know how to do vegetarian well, and he'd eaten his fill each day. The results were... something Lakshmi could dig her hands into. With more meat on his bones, he'd never been held or handled quite like that before-
He suddenly waves the memory away, like the mental equivalent of clearing his throat. ]
( Ah- anyway, uhm... no to having touched anything new either. The gloves still my hands mostly covered. )
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( Sugar, exactly how much did you have to drink yesterday? )
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( Yesterday? Yesterday the little drink I had left was taken and hidden from me. It was very rude and uncalled for- )
[ But it hadn't stopped him from partaking again at dinner, and he may have been lightly intoxicated during the performance and distractions. The climb back out of the bottle is a steep slope to be sure, but one he's sure he can climb again at any time - just not right now. ]
( If I am to die from poison at what is likely the hand of the Enemy, at least let me have one last drink. )