13 The banshee (2/2)

And Dan died.

A date with a hated nothing faded in the face of the horror he experienced. The spasm from too much air was almost unnoticed. Dan squeezed his body into a ring on the dirty floor and continued to shake from the cold.

It was unusually cold, and he didn't want to leave his frozen soul alone. Crisp joints, which he squeezed to the limit. Dan grabbed his shoulders, moaned and tried to warm himself, but he couldn't even catch any heat.

Fire, I need fire!

There was a fuss around him, someone running and shouting.

Fire, I need to get warm! Oil, oil is in my inventory! I need to pour out and set it on fire, and then I can get warm. Yeah, right, all I have to do is open my stiffened fingers.

Dan had a hard time taking his fingers off his shoulders. Now he could see his hands shaking from the cold.

But all I have to do is wish! I want to get a pitcher of fuel mix from the equipment!

And there he is!

Dan was holding a vessel with the desired heat in his hand, but something stopped him from pulling out the rag cork.

\”Hold him tight, you idiots! He's going to burn himself!\”

Dan heard a loud scream.

Why, why are you interrupting me, can't you see how cold I am?!

\”Damn it! He's twitching hard!\”

\”Fall on him, don't let him move!\”

\”John, hold him tight!\”

I'm cold, I'm so cold...

\”Teeth! How do you unclench his teeth? I can't pour the tincture on him!\”

\”Knock his teeth out! And hold him down! \”

Dan felt an outburst of pain, and a bitter scalding fluid poured inside him. He greedily swallowed the life-giving fluid, but something stuck in his throat. Something was preventing the fluid from getting inside.

\”Give me another bottle.\”

\”He can't swallow this, his teeth are stuck in his throat!\”

\”Try to get them out with your fingers.\”

\”Are you crazy?! He's having spasms. I'm going to lose my fingers!\”

Dan's mind was slowly flowing into darkness, and finally, the world around him was gone.

Peace... leave me alone.

After a while, Dan woke up again.

The terrible cold had gone, leaving a chilly void.

He was lying in the corner of the room.

Dan leaned carefully on his trembling hands and took a sitting position, his back against the wall.

There was silence in the room. Nine wary glances watched his movements. Dan raised his shaking hand and waved at them. A sigh of relief swept through the gatehouse. Michael sat next to him.

\”Are you all right?

\”I'm okay. I'm a little cold.\”

\”You scared us a lot. When the creature leaned over you, you screamed so loud and scared, my head hair was moving. Your hands were glowing and you were going to cling to the beast and the beast was going to cling to you. We started cutting her... She was trying to get out of it. You wouldn't let her go, but you were screaming like... People don't scream like that, the living shouldn't scream like that. Nick stabbed you in the neck with his spear and sent you for the rebirth.\”

\”Thank you, Nick. Did you kill the creature?\”

\”We killed a banshee. After you died, she only lasted a few moments.\”

\”That's good.\”

\”And then we heard you scream again, but from this house. We ran this way. When we got there, you were lying on the floor screaming. You were breaking your shoulders with your own hands. We couldn't get away for a couple of moments, and then you got a vial of butter in your hand.\”

\”I wanted to pour on myself to get warm. And then you kicked my teeth out and pumped me with a tincture. I remember everything, Michael. Thank you for not letting me burns me.\”

\”Don't thank me. You owe Nick two fingers. Your teeth hit your throat and cut off your breath. He put his fingers in your mouth. So, you could bite his fingers off with your gums and the rest of his teeth.\”

\”What a crazy person I am, I'll owe you one. Have they grown back?\”

\”Fingers have grown like your teeth,\” said Michael. \”Will you listen to the news?\”

\”Tell me.\”

There was a lot of news.

There's a caravan in the village. Five vans guarded by a strong squad of sixteen men. All warriors were level 30. All the guards were seriously injured. The caravan brought 3 dead bodies. One guard will remain crippled, some creature bit his leg off. The wound was healed with a potion, but he couldn't grow a limb. It takes a strong magician for this procedure, with the right specialization. The caravan will now regain its strength in the village.

There are many new products and potions in the shop.

But there are no such strong potions as those given to players for tests. Some potions slightly increase regeneration and various healing potions from weak wounds.

There are a lot of antidotes on the market. You can buy new weapons and armor. There are all sorts of household items on sale.

Nick was a great salesman! He sold the ingredients from the monsters pretty well. They were the only ones he got ten gold coins for. He got a hundred more silver rials for small crystals.

With the money he got, the players bought two barrels of fuel oil and other supplies.

The remaining trophies left Turin for sale. The dwarf says that things with the 'rare' type can make a lot of money.

Beginners saw the blood on their armor, humbled them and seem to have begun to understand the real prospects for existence in this world. But they're holding on and even helping to care for the wounded guards a little bit.

Michael went to the village with the scouts. There were no werewolves near the road, perhaps the creature licked the wounds.

Tomorrow they will go back to the village, now is a good time to improve specialization Diplomacy and Trade.

Nick managed to overhear part of a trader talking to the village head. There was a phrase in the conversation, 'The same'. There may be another group somewhere near the castle.

Dan was listening to the news. The feeling of cold in the whole body wasn't lost. He asked Michael:

\”Didn't you get a fat blanket?\”

\”There was no such thing, but there are wolf furs. Do you want some?\”

\”Let me get some sleep.\”

Michael brought the fur and Dan wrapped himself in the warmth of the fur that smelled like a dog.

\”Come on, Dan. Sleep well. I'll see you tomorrow.\”

After a while, the Inquisitor got warm, and he fell asleep again.