[From the half-conscious noise of dismay Myr makes at the question--not a rejection, just a reaction--he experienced nothing good.
(Also, Lahabrea's question awakens an echo of having answered this same one for Viren not so long ago--and how disturbing that was.
For whatever reason he can't hold on to that memory long, nor share it.)]
I was bitten by an infected Merrow a year and a half ago--on our way to Dorchacht. It hurt a damn sight more than any wound that small should've, even after they cauterized it; the sailors didn't have a dedicated healer on board and their, ah, sawbones said he couldn't get all the infection out.
If I'd had my druthers I'd've waited to get back to Aefenglom to have it seen to. I don't know if you know much of Dorchacht's history, messere, but this was while they still treated Monsters as dangerous slaves, and I didn't want their Coven touching me. But the pain worsened so rapidly I was afraid to lose the arm--no matter how small the wound--and so I let them treat it.
[That, also, was not pleasant but the way he stops there suggests he's not going to discuss said treatment further without being asked.]
Thinking back on it, it's the fear of the infection that was worse than the pain. We've got a plague back on Thedas that's very like the Cwyld in ways, [too many,] and anyone who'd been bitten as bad as I was would die of it. Or worse.
Information on Dorchacht is rather hard to come by. If everyone knows about it why keep records, that sort of annoyance.
[He's heard very, very little about it. Who talks about a neighboring city as if it's something strange and unusual when everyone already knows about it and what happens there?
Likely if monsters were seen as little better than slaves, any such procedure would have been unpleasant to downright excruciating.. but apparently it worked.]
No matter their methods, which I imagine were crude at best, it seems it worked for you are not a shade. .. I am told my sort of beast is especially susceptible to it, and must endure frequent examinations for it. This infection hurt, clearly, but was there more than that to tell you it was a terrible thing? The smell of infection, or blood poison?
[These are personal things and he knows it, and there were little skips and hesitations that make him wonder, but surely this one can't be anything of undue outside influence..]
Do forgive me if I seem to be prying a bit. This vessel is depressingly subject to the frailties of mortal existence, disease among them. Knowing what to watch for beyond the dry 'dark spots' offered by the Coven is not.. particularly helpful.
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{Which is to say they won't; he doesn't go looking for her company at all but it isn't entirely a lie, there was a possibility of it!
Just a very, very small one. One he'll allow for, because it's reasonable to do in this situation.}
...Ah, you've done that before then? What did you experience?
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(Also, Lahabrea's question awakens an echo of having answered this same one for Viren not so long ago--and how disturbing that was.
For whatever reason he can't hold on to that memory long, nor share it.)]
I was bitten by an infected Merrow a year and a half ago--on our way to Dorchacht. It hurt a damn sight more than any wound that small should've, even after they cauterized it; the sailors didn't have a dedicated healer on board and their, ah, sawbones said he couldn't get all the infection out.
If I'd had my druthers I'd've waited to get back to Aefenglom to have it seen to. I don't know if you know much of Dorchacht's history, messere, but this was while they still treated Monsters as dangerous slaves, and I didn't want their Coven touching me. But the pain worsened so rapidly I was afraid to lose the arm--no matter how small the wound--and so I let them treat it.
[That, also, was not pleasant but the way he stops there suggests he's not going to discuss said treatment further without being asked.]
Thinking back on it, it's the fear of the infection that was worse than the pain. We've got a plague back on Thedas that's very like the Cwyld in ways, [too many,] and anyone who'd been bitten as bad as I was would die of it. Or worse.
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[He's heard very, very little about it. Who talks about a neighboring city as if it's something strange and unusual when everyone already knows about it and what happens there?
Likely if monsters were seen as little better than slaves, any such procedure would have been unpleasant to downright excruciating.. but apparently it worked.]
No matter their methods, which I imagine were crude at best, it seems it worked for you are not a shade. .. I am told my sort of beast is especially susceptible to it, and must endure frequent examinations for it. This infection hurt, clearly, but was there more than that to tell you it was a terrible thing? The smell of infection, or blood poison?
[These are personal things and he knows it, and there were little skips and hesitations that make him wonder, but surely this one can't be anything of undue outside influence..]
Do forgive me if I seem to be prying a bit. This vessel is depressingly subject to the frailties of mortal existence, disease among them. Knowing what to watch for beyond the dry 'dark spots' offered by the Coven is not.. particularly helpful.