The senior member of the Sun Clan curled his brows. He was not happy with how this newbie was acting.
Twenty cores, a pain reliever, not gonna fix you up or anything, just will make it feel less painful, you're still dying though," the merchant added.
Kael's jaw tightened. Twenty cores he could barely manage. Not because it was cheap, but because he had nothing else left worth trading without opening himself up. "Yeah, I'd rather die on my own terms then, give it," Kael said as he placed twenty cores on the table.
He was down to his last twenty.
The shopkeeper handed him a small vial. Kael didn't even inspect it since another bout of coughs was about to tear through his lungs. He drunk the whole thing immediately.
The liquid hit his throat like a bitter slap, cold at first, then spreading warmth that didn't heal so much as it dulled the edges of everything. The pain didn't vanish. It simply stopped screaming for a moment, like someone had shoved a cloth into its mouth.
