Book One, Chapter Three, Post Thirteen

Rallaak decides while Terrence was talking about his memories he would quickly nip some blood and draw it from him before pondering over to his kit again. "I assume no one tried to poison you, then, as well?" He questions before starting to inject some blood into a secondary tube in his kit. He watches as the tubes mix with different colors of liquids going between each other.

“Ouch! Watch where you stick that filthy needle! Well, it wouldn't be the first time someone near me was assassinated and the killer decided to throw me in as a freebie. So far I've survived every time though. Though I might die this time. Feels like it.”

Rallaak watches the test intensely as he ponders a little more. "Maybe. Looks like the poison stops the immune system, so a small dose makes you violently ill, and it’s probably unable to be remedied  with healing. Big doses, though, could cause brain damage or even death, I'd imagine." He continues writing some of his findings down. "Yeah, this poison is extremely rare. I’ve not seen something this violent in a while, but I am sure there is an antidote. Would need to be administered quickly though."

"Well there can't be any trace of it left in my system now that I've expelled half my weight in fluids. I'm sure I'll be fine any time now... BLEEEAAAAARGGGGHH! HUNNNNHHH HUNNHHHHH... MY PANTS!"

Rallaak couldn't help but shudder at the thought of what Terrence was saying and doing as he pondered whether he would be able to create an antidote quickly, wondering if it would even be feasible.