“I was told it was a slow poison. But I looked at it. It is not. It is a simple extract of deadroot, and actually rather swift, if given in sufficient quantity. First, it gives a man tremors.” Rurisk extended his hands on the table, and they trembled. Kettricken looked furious with both of us. “Death follows swiftly. And I expect I am supposed to be caught in the act and disposed of along with you.” Rurisk clutched at his throat, then let his head loll forward on his chest. “I am poisoned!” he intoned theatrically. “I’ve had enough of this,” Kettricken spat, just as Cob tore the door open.
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