[IRP] As Firm as a Mountain

[Lavi]

As someone intruded in the tent, Cecily tensed. She couldn't tell if it was a doctor or an assassin from the poison's effects. Even words were getting difficult to distinguish. It was the change in the alchemist's tone that indicated that she was safe for the moment, as she accepted the antitoxin concoction that was offered to her.

The antitoxin was bitter and more repulsive than the water. Cecily gagged on the medicine as it left a baste aftertaste in her mouth. However, the effects took only a minute to take hold. Although her body still felt like it was on fire, it became easier to breathe and her vision cleared. Getting a doctor is still the best option for survival, but at least her health is a lot more stable with that medicine. The alchemist also seemed satisfied with the effects as he put aside the cup.

She turned on her cot to get a look at the man who offered to help. How did he know she was poisoned? Why does he have an antitoxin? Is he really here to help or is he trying to lull the alchemist into a false sense of security before killing her?

Her suspicions waned upon seeing the man's armor. The color and seams were standard Ostian. However, Cecily didn't recognize this soldier's face: perhaps a lower ranked militiaman or garrisoned at less important facilities around Ostia. Or she just forgot his face: it's hard to remember non-interactive faces when one traveled to all of the Lycian marches. She beckoned the man to come closer. If he complied, she pulled him very close to her face to whisper in his ear.

"Did you notice anyone suspicious loitering outside the tent?" she asked.