As Gurkirat awoke, everyone quickly scattered in their separate ways. Nobody seems too worried that I almost just died. Oh well. He watched where the people went and discreetly followed and was nearby when Beranhond explained the usefulness of the strange little cube. Cool, Gurkirat thought, but I think I'll just focus on my own songs for the time being.
Gurkirat piped up from behind Beranhond, Talethal, and Darvin. Well, we're all together again. Do we have a plan of attack? I think I'm ready to unleash some pain on somebody besides myself. Gurkirat paused. Why was that distillation so noxious? Perhaps it could be useful, or perhaps that woman outside sold him something besides oil. Worth investigating. I think I could craft a bomb from this oil and if not, I think I've figured out how to make some pretty noxious fumes. So what do you think?
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