The ersatz barmaid sighs, pointedly dodging your first question. "I went to the local alchemist, an aiuvarin named Katrial, and she said they don't know anyone who could solve my problem. Told me to thank the Fates I escaped the Other Place alive."
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The sailmaker shudders in revulsion while the rest of the crew either snickers into their hands, stares at Kork in bafflement, or quietly looks away. After a moment, she replies. "The sooner I lift this curse, the better."
She turns to Jaym'row and whispers, "Do you have anything for these cramps? I don't know how you people stand it!"
The woman grimaces and replies curtly, "I learned to sew sails, not dresses. There's not much else I can do. Thank the First Ones that Miriam kept this outfit around for some reason or other." She grabs a bowl of soup and sits down. "My arse feels like a pincushion," she mutters. |