"The first," Xenophon replies. "I have never met someone like you before."
Xenophon dutifully opens a drawer in the desk searching for the key. Skellig hears a mechanism activate, drive the tip of a bronze needle into one of Xenophon's fingers.
"Ow! What was that doing in there?" he complains, but he holds up the key triumphantly. The needle was more than bronze, bore a potent poison, and potential death is spreading slowly up Xenophon's arm.
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Date: 2024-08-24 02:30 am (UTC)Xenophon dutifully opens a drawer in the desk searching for the key. Skellig hears a mechanism activate, drive the tip of a bronze needle into one of Xenophon's fingers.
"Ow! What was that doing in there?" he complains, but he holds up the key triumphantly. The needle was more than bronze, bore a potent poison, and potential death is spreading slowly up Xenophon's arm.