FortuneCraft in Apocalypse

Leo Wouldn't Die

“What’s going on?""Leo asked in panic, trying to draw his arm back.

Draven held him steadily, examining the wound with a horrified expression on his face. Leo was so scared that he immediately sobered up. Plus the heat from the fire was becoming unbearable. The scent of the cooked meat that Draven had pierced through with a thin stick was even more unbearable.

“There’s a bit of a spike in you. I think that’s what’s spreading the poison,” Draven said, his eyes on the wound.

“What?!”

“I’ll have to take it out, burn the skin to stop the festering and then give you the tea.”

On that note, he stood up and checked the bowl of water he’d placed above the fire. When he saw it had heated, Draven hurriedly put pieces of the leaves and grass and flowers he’d picked into it. Leo watched him, impressed. The man was innovative. He wondered who Draven really was in the life he lived before coming to the game. He had somehow placed a long flat wood on the fire with a