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Mormegil
He swallowed the water as though it were the last drink he'd ever have. It began to restore health to his body immediately, much to his astonishment. The effects of the poison were beginning to wane, and he could feel strength returning to his limbs. He tried to stand, but found no ability to. Still, it felt good to know that death was not enevitable this day. Not yet. The poison he had been administered must have been a temporary sedative to immobilize him. He was satisfied with that, as he could not have understood what the daughter of...that dreaded man...would have been doing, owning such poisons for administration to other humans. It was not an honorable way of killing an enemy...that much Mormegil had learned in his studies. He just lay there, on the step that he had stopped on, and listened to the ocean waves beat against the side of the ship.
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