>>5798522“Logan!”
You rushed to his side, finding him barely clinging to consciousness. He’d wrenched the arrow from his body; normally a foolish thing to do, but he’d evidently sealed the wound with his spellcraft before it failed him, making it only a LITTLE stupid since he was—you could immediately deduce—still poisoned.
“Why is it you only say my name when we’re in trouble, Tips?” he asked, voice an asthmatic wheeze.
“Why is it you never use MINE?” you countered, annoyed.
“Nickname’s cuter,” he mumbled, and his eyes began to close.
You shook him awake, and he groaned, but acquiesced.
“Pass out and you might not wake up,” you chastised him. “We don’t know what that poison does!”
“We should get him back to the carriage,” Rudolfo suggested, gently pushing you aside and—with a grunt, for his <Bull’s Strength> was already waning—hefting the large lad upon his shoulders. Muffins and your dimming fire elemental both gathered close, the former regarding Pearce with grave concern and the other with faceless indifference.
You chewed your lip, regarding your friend, and then looking off to where the still-living goblin upon the ground. Resting up and casting more curative magic was one option…
But you could think of at least two others.
>Save the goblin, and demand knowledge of the poison, its effects and its cures [uses the last of your MP]>Use <Faerie Fire> to guide your party to the Ashurati—they owe you one after all this, and maybe they’ll know some healing magic of their own! [uses the last of your MP]>Return to the carriage and rest up [retains your last point of MP for defence during the night, and you can attempt healing tomorrow]>Write-in 