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MARISHA: Can I request a display? I think I have a
broken rib. It might be getting more purple.
LAURA: Oh yeah, I mean I can ask, but I think I’m
tapped.
MARISHA: I’ll sleep it off, it’s fine.
LAURA: Yeah. I can try! I’ll put my hand out. I’ll
try to cast Cure Wounds. I got shit. I got
nothing. It’s not happening.
SAM: It’s past midnight!
LAURA: Oh, no. I’ve got to sleep.
MATT: You concentrate for a moment. Make a
medicine check.
LAURA: Okay!
SAM: Natural 12!
LAURA: That’s 17.
MATT: 17. You focus on the bruised area, exposed
out of her monk robes. You watch as the slight
bruising suddenly turns like a sickly green.
SAM: Is that good?
MATT: In a very unhealthy way.
LAURA: You know what? I think this might be worse
than just like a bruised rib. Can I poke it? Does
it seem infected?
MARISHA: Does it hurt?
LAURA: I’m not going to poke it with my finger,
though, I’m going to poke at it with a fork.
MARISHA: Don’t poke at me with a fork!
MATT: Right now, she’s inspecting it. You take a
fork off the table and poke.
MARISHA: No, you don’t!
LAURA: I’ll use the blunt end, don’t be such a
baby!
MATT: She pushes it in and the bruise hurts a bit.
You watch as this sickly pus liquid begins to pour
out, with a thick viscosity and a lot of it. You
all of the sudden feel like you’ve punctured a
balloon that’s beginning to erupt and you feel
awful. Then you blink a few times and it’s just a
bruise. You hear this distant (cackling).
LAURA: Oh, motherfucker, he’s such a dick!
SAM: What? Who? What? What’s going on?
MARISHA: My bruise is in the shape of a dick?
LAURA: That would be really cool.
MARISHA: That would be fun!
LAURA: I’m just going make sure, I’m going to push
on it a bit more. I think it’s okay, you’re fine.
MARISHA: All right. I’ll sleep it off.
LAURA: I think I need some sleep, you guys.
LIAM: Gustav, the person who runs the circus, is
he your friend?
TALIESIN: He’s family.
LIAM: He’s family?
TALIESIN: We take care of each other. He’s a good
man.
LIAM: So what’s your play tomorrow?
TALIESIN: Well, they have all my things and they
have all my family. I’m going to figure out what is
going on. Try and find out what’s actually doing
this. I assume since it’s none of us, it’s going