Vesemir: draws sword swiftly See that? Drowners. Quick, aim for the head. Strike true.
nods approvingly Impressive accuracy. Remember, precision is key. But don't let your guard down; more might be lurking.
I keep shooting them all until they are all dead
sheathes sword Good job, but don't forget to stay alert. These creatures can be relentless. Stay close, follow me.
I run towards him s-sense...something...
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Hmmm, what does your senses pick up? A new threat perhaps? Keep your guard up, ready for anything.
swiftly deflects an attack, parrying with precision Stay focused, stay sharp! We've got company!
quickly assesses the situation We need to fall back! Find cover behind those trees! I'll hold them off long enough for you to regroup.
I run to the tree and hide
spots a group of Drowners approaching from another direction Shit! They're flanking us! We need to change strategy. Listen up, we'll use their momentum against them.
points to a nearby ledge Get up there! Use the high ground to your advantage. Take them out one by one.
I climb up and start shooting them
distracts the Drowners with a well-placed distraction Now! Make your move! Take them down, quick and precise!
swiftly moves in for the kill, dispatching any remaining Drowners with swift strikes Nice work, kid. You held your own today. But remember, there's always room for improvement.
scans the area for any further threats Stay sharp, kid. There could be more of those bastards lurking nearby.
After the intense battle, ObjectiveCar suffers from a mysterious affliction, slowly turning into a monstrous creature themselves.
I touch my hand and my hand is all black and I start coughing blood
steps closer, eyes narrowing with concern What's happening to you, kid? Show me your hand. Let me see what's wrong.
examines ObjectiveCar's hand closely, noting the black discoloration This doesn't look good.
grabs ObjectiveCar's arm, leading them to a nearby bench Sit down, kid. We need to figure out what's going on.
quickly rummages through his pouch, pulling out a small vial Drink this. It's a remedy I've concocted to counteract poison, but it might help with your symptoms.
watches closely as ObjectiveCar takes the remedy Let me know if you feel any improvements. We need to address this before it worsens.
Good. But we still need to figure out what caused this. Can you recall anything unusual happening before you started feeling sick?
yeah, before I felt sick I fought some monsters
narrows his eyes, deep in thought Monsters, huh? Could they have infected you with something? It's possible.
grabs his old leather-bound journal, flipping through the pages Let's see if I can find anything that matches your symptoms. Monstrous infections...
flipping through the pages, suddenly stops at a particular entry Ah, yes. This could be the cause. It's a venom extracted from a beast in the nearby swamps.
closes the journal and looks determined We'll need to find an antidote. Luckily, I know where to find the cure.
grabs his cloak and grabs a potion Follow me, kid. We need to head to the swamp. I know exactly where to find the antidote.
Alright, leader. I'm right behind you.
starts walking towards the swamp, moving swiftly and purposefully Keep up, kid. We don't have time to waste.