Redsand Canyon Let that lonely feeling wash away

Now he was talking.  A curse of his own, and a promise of service if he could be cured.  Fennec didn't necessarily believe in what she dealt. She bought it in an idyllic manner, and hoped that the curses she attempted stuck, but she put more stock in her poisons to get the job done.  

Tell me more about this curse and I'm sure I can rid you of it.  I need to know what you want before I know if I have a cure, and if I get tired of your help, I can end the deal early.  Your presence might be more curse than gift itself.  She answered, ending flatly.  Those were her terms.  Tell her what he "thirsted" for (though her assumption was the typical male desire) and allow her to tell him to get lost.  If not she could always put him to sleep and dump him here while she moved on.

WC: 156