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Two days ago Fayvus had a conversation with another priest over paralyzing poisons. The priest claimed they were merely more powerful lethal poison while Fayvus thought it could create spasm that would render the body motionless. He had been working on it day and night. The test subjects were small vermin and showed that his recipe was on the right track by there long periods of motionless periods after taking the poison. All he needed now was an ounce of red grass, which grew on the side of the Cathedral's garden.

Fayvus was walking to the garden and just got out the front doors when some guards called him over to help them aid another wounded guard. He rushed them inside laying the wounded on the table. The man had been stabbed in the gut. Fayvus immediately began surgery with the tools in his pack after sterilizing. The surgery took about an hour and the guard that had brought the man there was relieved. "Apply two of these leaves to his wound and rewrap the bandages with new ones each day for one week. It will close in four days, maybe three with luck. That will be five silver." Fayvus told the guard.

"Thank you sir. That was a friend of mine and he was attacked by a thief in a dirty suprise attack. Uhh...I don't have any money but take this." The guard held out a Nikian flute. "I bought this from a merchant earlier, he said it could 'sing' the voice of an angel."

Fayvus took the flute with a smile on his face. He remembered his joy in his childhood when he played these instruments. Though Kenni was most likely too old for such trinkets the old man was determined to give it to her none the least. "Thank you for the gift, now I must be off but do not forget my orders for his get well." He told the guard with a warning tone. Fayvus then began to walk to Kenni's quarters where he would wait to show her the fine trinket that he got.