Qeya River we'll kill all the beautiful things

Wow, was everyone in this village crazy? No sooner had Tulukiri made their acquaintance did the woman devolve in to some kind of swamp-dwelling witch. The visceral reaction that Tulukiri had to the image of her flesh necrotizing and falling off made her look a little green around the gills, so to speak.

Y'know, fine — if you need a guinea pig for medicine, I guess I can play the part. Admit that she was in pain? That wasn't Tulukiri's style. She'd tough it out like all the Tartok greats! None of those raucous old men complained when they were hurt, so she wouldn't either.

She took a step closer and then settled to her haunches properly, facing the medic with her wounded shoulder and then slowly, she turned her head so that the bite to her neck was exposed. So what're you thinking, we gotta amputate?

That was a joke.