*sigh* <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" /> "That silly elven woman's egocentrism will lose her!" says the girl (in her head, of course <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/evilgrin1.gif" alt="" />) after realising that Galadriel thought that the tonic she made for Lady Rain was intended to her and drank the whole cup. Those herbs can have very different effects depending on the race...
"Well, she slept longer than expected, but it could have been a much bigger mess if it had been a soporific having the inverse effect; and at least, while she was sleeping, she couldn't make other mistakes of this kind that could hurt her..." the girl thinks.
"A elven mage farmer? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/think.gif" alt="" /> Particular..." the girl wonders when she hears Galadriel announcing her new acquisition and paying a round. But be that as it may, the girl is happy for her and willing to celebrate the news gladly.
As she's about to swallow the first gulp of her drink, she notices Mea who stands in a posture that makes the laws of physics that should apply to a woman in heavy armor lie. By what she can see, Mea is stuck with the hell of head&stomach ache...
"Mmmmmph!!" (the girl had forgotten to swallow <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/ouch.gif" alt="" /> )
"Aren't there no priest around here?" she calls after swallowing her gulp. Obviously, there is not; and the one who is the closest to a priest here happens to be the one in pain.
"It must be terrible to be directly linked with a god when he's sneezing" she speculates while she goes to Mea to try to relieve her with a healing spell, although she has doubts on the efficiency of the help she can provide in case that the pain would have a divine cause...
