Tisha and Zanrit sit around, injured in a hut. Their wounds are covered in odd ooze and leaves to heal their cuts, bruises, and burns. Zanrit squirms, barely able to move after his injuries as Tisha looks over her broken bow with a snapped string and parts charred off. She lies down on her cot as the door to the hut opens.
“You’re a lucky one, I can tell you that. Out of all the places you could’ve flown off to, it just had to be here.” A figure enters the room, places a large barrel down, and then sits on it. “Now, Tisha, explain to me how you ended up in such a sorry state.”
“Oh, shut up Quila.”
A tall, muscular Elven woman with long black hair stares at Tisha with a wide grin on her face. “First off, call me something nicer.”
“I called you your name!”
“Yeah, but I am your savior. So how about Doctor Quila, or maybe Miss Quila, or maybe Big Sister Quila?”
Tisha scowls. “I refuse!”
“Come now, don’t make me embarrass you in front of your friend.” Quila stands. “Speaking of Mr. Zanrit, it's time we changed your bandages.”
Zanrit nods as she opens the barrel and pulls out a handful of green ooze. She walks over to Zanrit, removing the leaves serving as bandages, and applies the ooze to the bleeding holes across his body. She then seals the areas with fresh leaves as Zanrit drifts off to sleep.
“I heard Orcs were the durable sort. But he was run through multiple ways and kept on ticking.”
Tisha sighs. “He was trying to make sure I got out safely. He said ‘I have to protect one of us’ before we came across you.”
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“A strong sense of responsibility. That sounds right for a young Orc warrior.”
Tisha sits up. “Anyway, Quila, are you sure no one else showed up on this island?”
“No one. I came back from scouting. It’s just us here.”
“Why are you just sitting around on an abandoned island,, anyway? Shouldn’t you have gone back home?”
“Well, I was. But then I found so many exotic plants here I just had to test their medicinal properties.”
“What happened to the Lord you came to serve?”
“They died. Killed by Morgan Walsh or whatever her name is. I tried to help them, but they didn’t listen to me and wound up dead alongside everyone else.”
An odd silence comes over the group. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. We weren’t that close, anyway. It just feels bad to see something like that happen, but I guess this is still a war. Even if it’s considered a game.”
“No, something’s up with that Morgan chick. The people under her are Demons, literal Demons!”
“Oh, I know.”
“You know and you didn’t tell anyone!?”
Quila sighs. “And what could I have done without proof? Nothing.”
“So, you’re just going to test medicine and then run back home.”
She shakes her head. “Oh no dear Tisha. There’s more to this medicine than you would think.” She smiles. “I’m going to make something that’ll kill those Demons dead.”
“What!?”
“Medine and Poison are two sides of the same coin. Remember who I am, Quila the Plague remember?”
Tisha nods. “Right. The only person I know is insane enough to experiment with deadly poison purposefully.”
“Like I said, a powerful medicine can be poison. And a poison can make a powerful medicine. Two dichotomies of thinking.” Quila looks down at the ooze in the barrel. “The medicine I’m using on you two is derived from poisonous plants. And I mean the deadly kind.”
“So that means? You're going to fight with us?” Tisha asks.
“When this is ready. We’re going to bring the fight to this Morgan Walsh. And we’re going to destroy all those Demons hiding in the shadows. After all, our ancestors fought Demons, so we can’t let them down!” Quila gives off a gentle smile. “I was going to fight one way or another. Just having you around opens up an entire world of possibilities for what to do next.”