Chapter Thirty-Eight

There was much to keep us busy. The injured in the healer’s tents needed to be washed, fed, and watered, their bandages and bedding changed. There were potions and poultices to make and administer, and spells to cast.

The toxins of the monsters seemed to increase the risk of infection and the onset of rot into the wounds, and there were two patients that seemed very likely to succumb to their injuries – one a burn victim, and the other the man whose leg we had amputated the day before.

“It is time,” Perditha decided grimly.

I nodded, and we lifted Daerton’s chest of anti-venoms onto the tabletop, standing before it and inspecting the little vials with trepidation. I reached for a vial from the center. “The creature they brought back was not an arachnid. It did look a little like the creature these potions were made from, but only a little. I think the middle potions, that combines elements of both, would be the safest option,” I told her.

“The creature…” She said slowly. “It is still