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…Honestly, a few others, namely Tusk and Mangix, have asked me about alcohol poisoning. I can’t do too much to help you since you’re all going to go drinking the next day anyway, buuut I can offer you some berry juice to soothe the pain.

Don’t fret, I didn’t poison anything.

He glanced down at his claws at Bristleback's question. Well, he didn't blame him for being curious. "Well, you'd be surprised at how good my plague ward's stomachs are at digesting berries and regurgitating them into juice! Incredible, really."

Alright, there’s an iron branch. And it’s talking to me?

…Nothing happens.

...Honestly, a few others, namely Tusk and Mangix, have asked me about alcohol poisoning. I can't do too much to help you since you're all going to go drinking the next day anyway, buuut I can offer you some berry juice to soothe the pain.

Don't fret, I didn't poison anything.

"Ah, King Crixalis! It has been ages, hasn’t it!" Venomancer raised his own claw and bumped it against Sand King’s in greeting. 

As Lesale drifted back from unconsciousness, the first thing he noticed was the dull throbbing in the back of his head. He hardly remembered what happened; something about going back home and; ah, that’s right. An unknown attacked had gutted him and left him there to bleed out, and probably die, but…

"Crixalis!" He exclaimed, shooting straight up and immediately regretting his decision. Lesale hissed, feeling a sharp pain in his abdomen and lowering himself back down. The pain was subdued, though, and much more bearable than how it had previously been. 

He glanced around from his vertical position, confused and a bit worried about Sand King’s whereabouts. He was in some kind of golden building, presumably the one Crixalis described he held ownership over. And, to his side…

Sand King himself slept, looking exhausted. He had probably dragged Venomancer all the way from the jungle to his home and tended to his wounds… Venomancer’s eyes softened and he hissed, punching himself in the arm. He’d tell him when he woke up.

Crixalis jumped awake from the voice of Lesale almost instantly, “Lesale? I…” the Sand King said. He was gone for long, Lesale that is. Tending him to his wounds when he was in a coma was a hard burden, physically and emotionally.

"Y-you have been unconsious for a.. week. Do you fee… eh.." He said again, barely coming out of his words as he nearly teared up, "It was hard keeping you alive, my Djinn had to pull you out of the ethereal realm twice and you lost alot of blood. Although you healed quite well, you probaly can’t do much for the remainder of this week," Crixalis sighed "You.. managed to pull trough, I just was afraid of losing you."

...Lesale felt absolutely awful.

Not physically, but... he had put Crixalis through hell, having to tend to him for a week; in a comatose state, nonetheless, probably plagued with worry. 

"...Thank you, for all you've done for me. I owe you my life, Crixalis." Lesale smiled apologetically, hooking a claw around Sand King's shoulders and resting his chin on the Sand King's head. "You've done wonders for me! I almost feel as good as new, in fact."

Lesale had been in the middle of gathering some herbs for his latest concoction, when he heard heavy breathing and saw a silhouette appear in the distance. He knew he’d been risking a lot when traveling all the way to the Peaks, as meeting all different kinds of creatures and enemy heroes was commonplace. Looks like today was not his lucky day.

As calmly as he could, the Venomancer set down the herbs he had been collecting and slithered backwards, eyes glued to hero before him. If this was a radiant hero, which it probably was, considering he hardly recognized him, it would be very, very bad…

Lesale sighed, rolling his eyes. Of course, Nai’x would do something like this outside of the actual battlefield; he was always getting in trouble, and he’d sometimes even attack his own allies if they so much as got a papercut. Something was definitely wrong with him.

Venomancer stared at him blankly, confused. He didn’t remember his name, no, but that was too close to be a coincidence. “I… am Lesale Deathbringer, if that’s what you’re trying to say.” This only fuels his suspicion further and he squints his eyes. “Do you have some qualm with me? Or, wait…”

Sand King had gushed on and on about someone who fit this very description, and unlike Earthshaker, he could actually remember names. “Are you.. Raigor? The Earthshaker?”

"Ah, Lesale! Crixalis told much about you, and he probaly has about me aswell, hehe." Raigor said, for once he felt slightly more relaxed around the Deathbringer. Even if it was a strange sight.

"I.. hope you’re not corrosive to the touch," Raigor said, handing out his arm to greet Lesale with a handshake. It almost felt like he made another ally, let it be dire or radiant on the field again. His wound on his arm luckily got covered with a flesh scab, and Raigor merely shrugged.

Relaxing his posture, Lesale gave a friendly grin and gave Raigor a firm shake of the hand. "Oh, no, I'm not corrosive unless I want to be. And you seem to be an ally, so no harm done."

Alright, there’s an iron branch. And it’s talking to me?

...Nothing happens.

"Ah, King Crixalis! It has been ages, hasn’t it!" Venomancer raised his own claw and bumped it against Sand King’s in greeting. 

Years of battle had led him to act on his instincts, but he was delirious with pain. At this point, he could hardly tell the between Crixalis and whoever his assailant was. Hissing venomously, he weakly jabbed a claw at Sand King, causing no real harm. “G-get away from me, you-” His eyes widened when he finally realized that this was Crixalis he was talking to, and he was being rescued.

"…Crixalis… I-" Lesale coughed once more, forcing the salve down his throat and immediately relaxing, allowing himself to go slightly limp. "…I’m-" The rest of his sentence was caught in his throat as he clung to Sand King’s shoulder for dear life, trying to ignore the thrumming in his temples and the stabbing pain in his abdomen. 

He stole a glance at his surroundings, noticing they were leaving a trail of red droplets in the sand. …Sand? 

"…L-looks like I finally get to see y-your home, eh?" He forced wry grin.

Once he had dragged Lesale trough the sand, he now had to get him into the Halls of Qaldin, opening the doors with a wide swing as he rushed inside with Lesale at his side. The doors soon closed afterwards.

"Y-you still there..? You’re in my hands now, you’ll be fine.." He said, trying not to sound as shocked and sad as he was, but little did he know a small tear rolled down his face. However his face was not sad, but mad thinking of the people that would do these things. And worried, but he knew everything was alright.

"Okay.. okay." He eyed the wound precisely, it was a deep puncture and it would take some time to heal, he had lost alot of blood. But with some bandage, cauterization and some food to eat with iron in it would get his blood levels stable. It worried him however, Lesale looked pale, and dizzy.

"You’re gonna be sleeping f… o … a w hile…-" As put some anesthetic on Lesale, Crixalis wasn’t the best doctor, but luckily the wound wasn’t a truly gaping one, and a patch of cloth followed by a bandage did the job. And alot of other things, constantly checking him made him tirred upto the point that he was sure that the Venomancer would be alright.

He tucked the venomancer in on a bed, taking the other side as he had his face turned to him, dozing off himself.

"Crixalis!" He exclaimed, shooting straight up and immediately regretting his decision. Lesale hissed, feeling a sharp pain in his abdomen and lowering himself back down. The pain was subdued, though, and much more bearable than how it had previously been. 

He glanced around from his vertical position, confused and a bit worried about Sand King's whereabouts. He was in some kind of golden building, presumably the one Crixalis described he held ownership over. And, to his side...

Lesale had been in the middle of gathering some herbs for his latest concoction, when he heard heavy breathing and saw a silhouette appear in the distance. He knew he’d been risking a lot when traveling all the way to the Peaks, as meeting all different kinds of creatures and enemy heroes was commonplace. Looks like today was not his lucky day.

As calmly as he could, the Venomancer set down the herbs he had been collecting and slithered backwards, eyes glued to hero before him. If this was a radiant hero, which it probably was, considering he hardly recognized him, it would be very, very bad…

Squinting his eyes to focus on the hydralisk that was infront of him, he slightly.. recognized him? Crixalis has talked many about a certain individual called Lesale Deathbringer, the Venomancer. “Are you… nevermind.”

He winced slightly at the formidable scratch on his arms, looking at the venomancer he was already afraid he’d attack him, taking further distance. “I hope you’re not here to harm me..” He said with reluctantly, looking around constantly for the horrid creature that was chasing him.

Venomancer stared at him blankly, confused. He didn't remember his name, no, but that was too close to be a coincidence. "I... am Lesale Deathbringer, if that's what you're trying to say." This only fuels his suspicion further and he squints his eyes. "Do you have some qualm with me? Or, wait..."

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