( But he's heaving, slow to breathe, fatigued — resting abed, his pallor uncanny. His staff and servants appear to have left behind a wealth of medicines in small, clinking pots. )
They shouldn't have called you for something so insignificant. Deimar worries.
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...oh. Only a little faint.
( But he's heaving, slow to breathe, fatigued — resting abed, his pallor uncanny. His staff and servants appear to have left behind a wealth of medicines in small, clinking pots. )
They shouldn't have called you for something so insignificant. Deimar worries.