[ No points for creativity, but he doesn't really care. In the months he spent in Taravast, he mostly ignored his backstory, and the less interesting it is the better.
He looks over at her again, noting how she seems to be fine after her griping was over with, and wondering if they drank from the same brew. Just as he opens his mouth to ask if she felt anything, it hits him.
A quick teleport over to the nearest bushes and he's bending over to try and throw up what he ingested. So you know. Maybe she shouldn't have counted her chickens before they'd been given enough time to puke. ]
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[ No points for creativity, but he doesn't really care. In the months he spent in Taravast, he mostly ignored his backstory, and the less interesting it is the better.
He looks over at her again, noting how she seems to be fine after her griping was over with, and wondering if they drank from the same brew. Just as he opens his mouth to ask if she felt anything, it hits him.
A quick teleport over to the nearest bushes and he's bending over to try and throw up what he ingested. So you know. Maybe she shouldn't have counted her chickens before they'd been given enough time to puke. ]