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Something about the desperation in the eyes of the coughing and wheezing crowd of stowaways as they scrabble towards the miraculous postmortal medicine you offer - the blood-surrogate, Haemolymph - tells you that what Morfran told you was not the truth. He alone stands aloof, and refuses the Haemolymph that you so generously give.
A wide-eyed child, carried upon the shoulders of a girl who looks accusingly at Morfran, yet keeps a guilty silence. But the child lisps:
-But... Brother Morfran, I thought you told us the Elders said not to lie...
