[center][h1][i][b][color=A52A2A]Dremmick Valswei[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center]
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	Dremmick followed as they chased after Mason to the cave. On the way, Dremmick noticed Constance's horse was in rough shape, but he didn't have any life energy to mend it at the moment, he would have to come across some later. As they dismounted, instead of directly following Constance, he went over to the horse for a moment and instead he took out some shriveled garlic from his pouch and chewed on it a bit before placing it on the wound like a salve, acting as an antibiotic to keep it from getting infected. He then quickly turned around and followed after the others.

	 When Dremmick made it to the top with Constance, he immediately recognized the smell as a type of gas. [color=A52A2A]"You fool! Back up, out of the gas!"[/color] he yelled, grabbing Constance by the shoulder and pulling her back. [color=A52A2A]"Wait here, and cover your face, do not breath in until after the gas is clear."[/color] He went back into the cave taking a deep breath before doing so, disappearing into the thick smog. Once inside he made a thin barrier around himself like a second layer of crimson skin, enclosing his face. He then drew out his fire dagger anstruck it on the stone wall, igniting the dagger and the gas around them in a flaming explosion that knocked him back and burn the crimson skin. He shed it all as he stood up and turned to Constance, who he could see now at the entrance. [color=A52A2A]"C'mon, between your screaming and the explosion, if they are still here they will know we are coming."[/color]

	Dremmick continued on into the cave until he ended up catching up to the others, noticing two women, one being old and behind a barrier and the other being the Tyro girl from the bar, confirming his suspicions. But he found it odd that a Tyro would cause that poison smog. But then he saw it, two large and pissed off basilisk in the room as well. He looked over to see Mason and got an idea. [color=A52A2A]"Mason, I'll explain later, but let me see your arm. Trust me on this, quickly!"[/color] 

	If Mason offers his arm, Dremmick would draw his knife, [color=A52A2A]"I'm just going to make a small cut, try not to freak out."[/color] he would pull out a tiny shot sized jar from his back pouch and start to collect blood from Mason. [color=A52A2A]"Constance, protect us as I draw this and when I'm done collecting this, you and Mason need to hold off the basilisks for just a moment. [i]Do you understand[/i]?"[/color] His voice was unwavering and very forceful, less a request and more of a command, eyes wide and concentrating on the things around him. [color=A52A2A]"With any luck you two will survive this."[/color]
	
	After collecting, if Mason let him do it, Dremmick would step away and start drawing a design on the ground with the blood, pulling out three pieces of paper and then redrawing the pattern on each one as well. When finished, Dremmick would try to hand Mason and Constance their own piece of paper and one for himself. [color=A52A2A]"Get on of these on each of the basilisk, and it should paralyze them shortly. NOW GO!"[/color] 

	He would then turn to Siiga and stand off with her, [color=A52A2A]"That was your gang of cutthroats waiting at the river wasn't it? Nice kitten by the way, almost thought it was going to be a real challenge."[/color] Dremick would circle Siiga as he talked, watching her movements for any sign of fight.