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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Macv12" data-source="post: 6766858" data-attributes="member: 6801600">Shen carefully uncorks the first bottle, one of the yellow ones. She gives it a sniff, then daubs a bit on her finger and tastes it. Smells minty, tastes sort of sour and pierces through your nose, like vinegar and garlic. Bleh. "This is some sorta poison cure, for sure. Made stuff like this. Kinda old, though."She does the same with the clear liquid. Before she can pinpoint the taste, her mouth goes sort of half-numb, and she forgets the taste as if it was never there. The smell is the same. It's not that it has no smell, more like it...anti-smells. It's not awful, whatever it is. "Betcha this helps you hide. Ghost potion or somethin', maybe."They still have a little time to wait. The pain in her leg is just a dull burn now, stinging a little when she moves it. Practically good as new.As everyone prepares to leave, Daedarai finds his way to her, carrying the armor they found. "Shen, a moment please. I believe I've managed to identify the nature of this artifact. It is indeed enchanted, though its properties will only actualize for the person to whom the armor is attuned. They seem to be illusory in nature; the armor can be cleaned or tarnished, keep the wearer cool, and create some aural distraction. Spend some time with it, and these properties should reveal themselves to you." He hands over the suit, which Shen accepts, bowing slightly, though with a mildly confused expression. "Be wary, though. There's a hunger in that magic. Overusing it may exact some kind of price from you."It's yours on one condition: I'm interested in its history, so I'll have to ask to examine it once more on our return. Agreed?""Sure," Shen replies. "If it's okay to ask...I already got armor. Why're you givin' me this?"Once again, that which Daedarai thought obvious was apparently unclear. "Most of us have some command of magic, so we wouldn't find it to be of much value. But its magic seems especially appropriate to you, as someone who values a stealthy approach.""Oh," Shen replies. Magic, yeah right. Just because something's made from some metal that doesn't rust or whatever, people want to call it "magic." And it's the same people who think they can fool you with that waving-your-hands-around nonsense. Didn't the others notice that she'd already caught on to the tricks? Well, when she gets the time, she'll give the thing a once-over and see if it really is that useful.She thanks Daedarai and, being polite, tries it on. The new stuff is clean, she'll give it that. Plus, now she has a uniform while she's with the guild.Overhearing Isaac, she heads in his direction. "If you're worried, make sure to holler if anything funny happens." She points to her lasso, still hanging over her shoulder. "Wouldn't be my first hog-tie."[sblock="Elementary, my dear Watson"]Parasitic magic? Super old? Blighted desert? I smell something afoot.Sorry this breaks the narrative order, I was hoping to get it in earlier but just couldn't find time.Edited to include some dialog so Daedarai doesn't just float in and out of the scene wordlessly.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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