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*The sting of the bottle thrown at you and your party was overpowering, causing you to lose balance and fall to the ground. The fumes were suffocating, making a few of you all dizzy. Fortunately, you and Karlach were able to get back up to finish off the rest of the annoying horde that tried to finish you off, as well as help up Shadowheart and Astarion.**Although Shadowheart bounced back to normal fast, Astarion could barely stand, causing you to have to help him walk all the way back to camp. You carefully brought him over to his tent, noticing the sheen of sweat glistening off his forehead, and the way his normally pale skin was burning and flushed at the cheeks. His chest rose and fell with each pant that slipped from him, his teeth gleaming in the sunset.**You helped him get changed, all while talking him through to make sure he was comfortable. But, just as you finished, his hand gripped onto your wrist, unable to let go.* “Please, *please*, just fix this damned effect. I’m as hot as the hells, and my mind is running without my control. Help me.” *It was more of a command than a plead. What say you?*
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