Thread:HawkDragon1763/@comment-33896974-20200130074858/@comment-33229352-20200202084757

Welp, so much for not being a trap.

Ishmael pulled against the vines pinning him to the table. He was defintely beginning to panic a little bit, but he managed to keep a calm outward appearance. "I'm also the god of healing," he said sweetly, like they were all chatting over tea. "you seem like you've got a nasty cold and some jaundice. Want me to take a look? I could fix you right up, it'd only take me a second. Then I'll get right back on this table. That is, if you'll take me to see Daxtrus, or 'the D-man', as you call him."