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"Are you all right?"<br />

Ecco opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it once more... and spoke!<br />

"I... I can speak again! Oh, joy! I than-daMN THEE TO THE DARKEST OF PITS,<br />

THOU STENCH-RIDDEN WORM! KNEEL BEFORE ME IN SUPPLICATION,<br />

INSECT!"<br />

"Yikes!" Morte hid <strong>be</strong>hind me.<br />

I blinked, "Eh?"<br />

Ecco yelped and covered her mouth with both hands... her eyes were wide<br />

with panic.<br />

"It must <strong>be</strong>... the Fiend's Tongue..."<br />

She slowly <strong>to</strong>ok her hands away from her mouth, nodding. "It seems I must<br />

DEVOUR THY FRAIL SHELL AND CONSIGN THY SOUL TO THE ABYSS FOR ALL<br />

ETERNITY! THOU SHALT SERVE IN MY BATTLE-THRALL 'TIL THE PLANES<br />

GRIND TO A HALT! THOU ART MINE, MINE, MI-" Ecco shut her mouth again,<br />

and <strong>be</strong>gan <strong>to</strong> s<strong>of</strong>tly, quietly weep.<br />

"Wait... I think I might <strong>be</strong> able <strong>to</strong> find a way <strong>to</strong> help you at Vrischika's<br />

curiosity shop... she has <strong>to</strong> have some way <strong>to</strong> cure you."<br />

Ecco nodded and produced a slip <strong>of</strong> paper from her clothes... a promissory<br />

<strong>not</strong>e in the amount <strong>of</strong> one thousand commons, which the possessor could<br />

collect upon from the Brothel. She gave me a questioning glance.<br />

"Yes... this will <strong>be</strong> more than enough. I'll <strong>be</strong> back when I have the solution,<br />

Ecco."<br />

~~~~~<br />

"Back again? And so soon, kitling!" Vrischika grinned. Her fingers must've<br />

<strong>be</strong>en itching for gold already, "What <strong>do</strong> you need?"<br />

"The, uh... Fiend's Tongue didn't exactly work as advertised. I need some<br />

way <strong>to</strong> soothe it."<br />

Vrischika nodded, and pointed <strong>to</strong> a small glass phial la<strong>be</strong>led as 'Deva's<br />

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