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[grandapothecary]

The Royal Apothecary Society operates under a very strict three-part system. Starting with research and development, all the most potent poisons and plagues find their way into the world through Grand Apothecary Putress’s hands -- once these are perfected, they’re delivered to their targets via vial, syringe, catapult, spreader, whatever latest

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[corpseknight]

[Where a crow might have the leisure to watch the goings-on and wait for the situation to evolve in his favor, a vulture hasn't the same luxury. Not when ill, not when starving, and this particular "vulture" is in a very bad way; for what is an illness of fits and fevers and hallucinations in the inn's other residents disturbed an already delicate balance in Larkspur's brain. Though as yet the death knight retained his sensibility, it could not be said of much else beyond that ability to reason--and a blind, animalistic hunger.

As Putress makes good on his escape, as Krenyn and the Argent Highlord negotiate the fate of the other infected, another furtive shadow separates itself from the gloom in the corner. Long since blinded utterly by the new plague vying for a foothold in his rotting nerves, remaining senses unreliable, Larkspur is reduced to creeping across the floor like a maimed spider. It speaks to his desperation that he is no slower to his objective for all he has to feel his way there with fleshless fingers, only stopping once he's settled over Nashrath's corpse like some ill-omened bird.

Perhaps they're too occupied to notice him. Perhaps not. Either way, audacity dictates that he make no effort to disguise the fact he's begun dragging the body toward the door.]

Better late than never!

[illusorylife]

A better meal awaits. Come, Dawnherald.

[The order, for it is no less, cuts across the courtyard as Krenyn exits the Inn. This may very well be too late to stop the afflicted Larkspur from taking a bite or two of orc flesh, though the elven death knight is unaffected by the sight of his partner's mentality.

He could make use of it, that's the point. And he had absolutely NO qualms about two on one.

The ground under Krenyn's feet seems to darken, a small side effect of gathering stores of power. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he isn't out of practice. Unfortunately, at least for Krenyn, he doesn't know how long he'll be able to keep up before he himself succumbs to the infection.]

It's time, Putress.

[It doesn't matter if the Apothecary is visible. Krenyn is sure he can find the Forsaken eventually.]