Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190301003406/@comment-25828117-20190303192211

Merrindin pulled a potion from her satchel.

"Normally it's quite easily cureable, so the regular antidote is a good start."

Graicus already seemed relieved. Becoming a werewolf was the last thing he wanted. The world he had been in mere seconds ago was once again a vague dream-like memory he couldn't recall. He knew he had experienced something but it didn't feel real.

"What's..." Graicus now noticed his tunic had been cut open so his chest could be bared for the salve.

"What's with all these markings on my chest." The wounds revealed by the planebreach that he had sustained from the fight with the bear were almost like secret ink. They looked drawn on, like brown smudges on his tanned Imperial skin.

"Those are wounds you sustained in the other world, your dream. It's likely that's how you contracted the disease."

Graicus looked worried once more.

"You mean that whatever happens to in my dream, happens to me in real life?"

Merrindin simply shook her head.

"It's not that simple. The marks will vanish soon, they are merely visible because of a salve I administered. No, you will not be harmed in the real world. Not fatally anyways. But the meld is potent enough for you to carry Sanis Lupinus back from it."

Graicus looked at Cade and Meyline. He understood almost none of this.