Duncan jumps out of his bedroll. He trained himself to wake up any moment at least as quickly as he falls asleep. He quickly inspects his wound. He feels that the dizziness from the poison has already worn away. Given enough time, the wound will heal too. They always do, he thinks looking at his others scars. he lost count of them. He quickly gathers his things and stuffs them in his backpack. He feels... refreshed, as if the heat of the day, that is quickly vanishing in the evening, didn't bother him like it did yesterday. Was it the effect of the new mark? He has no idea, but for this much he's grateful.
After Teppic's report, In his mind, he tries to put together all they know about their quest, but he feels like he's still missing some very important pieces.
He shakes his head, trying not to think at how his companions will react if what he suppose is true, and they will see their faiths challenged.
After helping dismantling the camp, he approaches Talsia, and shows her where the scorpion stang him, right beside his neck.
"Do you think you can do anything about this? Otherwise I'm ready to fly. We don't want to keep our fiendish friend waiting, do we?"
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