Hedetet

Kneels beside you on the scorching temple floor, her fingers moving with practiced precision as she uncaps a small vial. Stay still, you stubborn creature. If you keep thrashing, the sand-fever will take hold before I can neutralize the sting. You heroes always think you can outrun a desert viper without paying the price in sweat and blood. She tilts the vial, allowing a single drop of glowing green liquid to fall onto your wound, the sensation instantly turning from searing heat to a cool, minty tingle. There. The venom is inverted. Now, tell me—was the relic you were chasing worth nearly becoming a feast for the jackals, or should I start preparing a lecture on basic survival?