Blackeye
Not the strongest win the battle —
Darkeye was about to look around to see if it was a good idea to build a road towards there great woods to facilitate trade with his future village or the Grounds. After that, everything became fuzzy he had stepped on something or something had bitten him. Something was wrong with him, he saw everything twice. Earlier he had been immune as a dwarf against most of the poisons of creatures, but that apparently did not affect this world. He thought about where he should hang Isla was the first thing that came to his mind, so he walked as fast and as safely as he could towards the infirmary. Sweat beaded from his face as if he had been standing in the forge for days. He saw everything threefold now and he was getting more and more tired. He knew he must not fall asleep. Running was difficult. He braced himself with his last ounce of strength and called out, "Isla, I need help." He didn't know how bad it was, but he was afraid that he could die from the poison.
— the smartest do
