Jigano’s prey finally decided that a large meal was worth the risk, latching onto his arm – and the cloth wrapped thickly around it. The bard’s grin was sharp as he gave it a little shake, coaxing the creature to expend more poison. ”I’m fine, Quanil,” he reassured his colleague calmly, continuing the game of tug-of-war with the Tangleweed as it tried desperately to subdue its lunch. The poison soaked into the top layers of cloth and when he judged there to be enough, he flicked his other hand, sliding a coating of fire over it. He moved it close to the Tangleweed, slowly and careful not to set his bandaged arm in fire in the process. The ‘Weed began to tug frantically as the heat began to sizzle against the limbs closest to Jigano’s flame and he paused, holding the fire steady as the Weed fought to untangle itself from the prey it had wrapped around and that now prevented it from escaping the encroaching flames. It took several patient minutes, but eventually the Tangleweed was able to release its thorns and limbs and roll hurriedly away (though it hit the ice at the edge of the corral and could go no further).
Jigano stood and headed over to Loren’s squirrel squeezing factory, grimacing in distaste at the effective but still disgusting method. ”I know they’re not real… but still, that just looks… very unsettling,” he commented with a pained look for his friend. Fishing the magic bottle from his pack he unstoppered it and set it so that Loren could pour his bowl in while the Provost created a jointed metal gauntlet of very thin steel over his free hand to begin unwinding the poison-laden linen cast for squeezing into the bottle. ”Quanil? How’s it coming?” he called to the last member of their merry band while he worked.
Things are just about ready to wrap up! Try to collect one more batch of poison, or come up with another solution!
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