Kaodi
Legend
Makharat puts one hand up and rubs his temple. " There is nothing wrong with my mind, " replies the tiefling, annoyed. " I doubt that you would of fared any better against whatever treacherous concotion they employed. It is you Southlanders who are all soft in the head. "
He grudgingly thanks the Jorasco healer, remembering a few times before when he had found himself under their care after a battle...
He grudgingly thanks the Jorasco healer, remembering a few times before when he had found himself under their care after a battle...