"Please, save him…" I turned to look at Damar with teary eyes. "Save him, Damar."
The silence in the palace hall was deafening, broken only by the wet, heavy sound of Thalor's labored breathing against my shoulder. I could feel his heat fading, replaced by a cold, clammy sweat that smelled of sharp, acidic rot—the red-scale venom.
Damar watched for a while and did not move. His eyes were fierce and filled with disgust as he looked at the merman pressing his weight on me as he struggled to draw breath, his life fading right before everyone's eyes.
Damar knew a lot about herbs and medicine. And he was also a snake beastman, so he should know exactly how to save another from a snake's poison. He is the only one I can turn to.
He hates Thalor, and I know it, but even if I have to go on my knees and beg him, I will do it. I cannot let Thalor die. I cannot let one of my mates die. Even if I have to beg him to help, I will go that far.
