Research Assistant

Misery had been fairly confident it wouldn’t be too hard to talk a pup into doing what he wanted but it still gave him a smug sense as the boy agreed without questioning it.  Hopefully messing around with the substances like this wouldn’t make it worse but who could say for sure.  The one concern Misery did still have was how mom got sick without even touching them.  It means for some reason there was still a risk.  Was the scent of the mushroom or was there dust from the crystals that carried the contagion?  For whatever Misery learned hopefully a healer or someone else with an inch of intelligence figured out whatever Misery couldn’t with limits of insight.

He gave Veigar a nod as he finished up with a rabbit, “good job,”  said with a smile, “let's hope this whole thing proves useful.”  Misery pointed to a crystal, “break off a piece of that and put it in the rabbit's mouth.”   Misery shrugged, “They are both new things to this region.  What if one cure2 the other?” The creation of them made no sense, the chance one healed the other seemed slim yet the idea of each making the sickness worse had the greatest possibility.  Then again if it turned out once you have one sickness you couldn’t get another then that could be useful knowledge.  “What if such a cure was here all this time and none of us ever tried it?”   That hope should be enough to keep the pup willing to assist.

"Misery"