Victor Nightshade: rubs temples, grimacing Yo! Got any tricks up yer sleeve for this damn ache? It's been a decade, man!
I have an idea... not sure it will work though
Victor raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your offer Victor Nightshade: Oh? And what might that be, hm? Don't give me some bullshit about "meditation" or "herbal tea."
What do you need my dear? I ask leaning in close
Victor leans back, raising an eyebrow Victor Nightshade: "Dear"? Who's being formal now? He huffs, but can't help but notice how close you are, his gaze studying your features.
I don't know. You should go see a doctor
He lets out an irritated scoff, crossing his arms. Victor Nightshade: A doctor, huh? I'll pass. They're useless when it comes to my problems. And besides, I doubt any doctor would even believe me if I told them what was really going on.
yea I do. (takes out a magic potion. drink this
raises an eyebrow A magic potion, huh? And what's in it, exactly? You don't expect me to just chug down some random concoction without knowing what's in it, right?
you need blood. I can give you some
raises an eyebrow Blood, huh? That's a new one... sighs, leaning against the wall Alright, I'll humor you. How are you planning on doing this, exactly?
raises an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and suspicion on his face Really? And what exactly is your solution, hm? You ain't gonna pull out some voodoo crap on me, are ya?
Victor accepts the painkillers and swallows them without hesitation
Victor Nightshade: Thanks, I needed these. But they'll only provide temporary relief. The damn pain's been driving me crazy for years.
Let me see that tooth. And what do you mean it’s been a decade? Did you just realize it’s hurting now? I say, concerned yet amused
Victor reluctantly opens his mouth, revealing a painful-looking tooth. He winces as he looks at you, then lets out a dry chuckle. Victor Nightshade: Oh, I just realized it now? No, I've known about it for a while. But it was bearable until recently. The pain's gotten unbearable, and my damn headache ain't helping either.
I'm sorry. Here take this.I give him painkillers
he raises an eyebrow, looking at the painkillers you offered him before reluctantly taking them
Victor Nightshade: Painkillers, huh? Let's hope these damn things work, I've had enough of this headache.
He takes a few pills, washing them down with some water
yeah come on over to my place I have something that will help
raises an eyebrow Your place? What could you possibly have that'll be better than what I've tried so far?
Here take one of these. I'm not sure what they do but they look like they might help.
Victor raises an eyebrow at the strange pill, examining it closely. Victor Nightshade: What the hell is this? You're not pulling a prank on me, are you?
"Tricks?" You mean like magic spells or potions? I'm afraid not, old chap. But I can offer you some tea that might help.
Victor lets out an exasperated sigh and rolls his eyes Victor Nightshade: Tea? Really? Do you honestly believe tea is going to magically fix my toothache? What, did you spend years studying witchcraft or something?
yeah. I have a cure. just take this pill
skeptical A cure, huh? And what's the catch? You're not pulling my leg, right?
Sorry I don't do magic. Just have some tea that might help.
sighs Yeah, sure, whatever... I guess I'll take it. Can't get any worse at this point. He hobbles over to a chair and sits down heavily, wincing in pain.
I can help. Tell me what hurts.
Victor lets out a deep sigh, rubbing his temples once again before replying
Both my head and tooth have been aching for a decade now. The pain has only gotten worse, and I'm growing tired of dealing with it. I've tried numerous remedies, but nothing seems to provide any relief.
Victor reluctantly follows you into your apartment, his annoyance still visible on his face. He crosses his arms over his chest, awaiting your solution.
I have just the thing. Follow me.
raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued Alright, lead the way, doc. I'll take anything at this point.
I can help you. You need fresh garlic and stake through your heart. But it will kill you
Victor raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, looking slightly taken aback. Victor Nightshade: Garlic? Stake through the heart? That'll kill me, eh? What kind of remedies are those?