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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 6733194" data-attributes="member: 2012">Several of the patrons come to Durst's aid. The big dragonborn named Dongar picks the man up carefully and puts him down on one of the tables. Aileen sends the stableboys upstairs to fetch pillows. She won't leave Durst's side. Soon there are half a dozen pillows on the table, being arranged by the patrons."Even so," replies Camson. "An incident report must be filed with the watch. If there is any more of this drink in Bard's Gate, a public notice must be posted about it."Jagr knows that the poison will likely work its way out of Durst's body by the morning, but the antitoxin could be helpful. At the very least, he's certain it won't hurt the innkeeper. He pours it down the man's throat. Durst gurgles as his body instinctively swallows. His breathing quickly improves and color returns to his checks. Soon the man is snoring loudly."Well, that's a good sign," Aileen sighs."Ur, more drink," Durst mumbles in his sleep then farts.Half the room laughs while others shake their heads in disbelief. Dongar shakes Sarten's hand and slaps Borya on the back."We har very grateful to yous," the big dragon-man's says to Shrough. His accent is not local.(Shrough can tell immediately that Dongar is likely from Yhimir or somewhere else around the western half of the Horse Lands.)</blockquote>