Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190724003816/@comment-36459171-20190729224640

”How was I suppose to know?” He huffed, his clawed grip on his sword’s hilt tightening.

“An arrow to the skull isn’t what you usually expect as a greeting.” He said defensively, glancing wearily around the room before moving to retrieve the arrow. There didn’t appear to be anything special about it upon first glance, just the average hand crafted arrow. Upon closer inspection, a rather odd scent had begun to emerge from the arrowhead, and there seemed to be some sort of substance on the wall from where it entered.

”This is...” He gave it a closer inspection, ”Oil of taggit. If it had been any closer I would’ve been out like a light.”