"Stay here. I'll be right back." Emlen said as he hurried to fetch something from his saddle.
Moulin's face paled slightly. When the water touched his tongue, it tasted strangely sweet. The thought that his friend made him consume this strange water confused him. Is... Is this really poisoned? Moulin couldn't believe it, but then his mind drifted back to Ghana's words. 'Yet?'
"P=Poisoned?" Jagra's voice suddenly entered thier ears. When Ghana and Moulin turned to look at him, they saw Jagra standing and wearing a deathly pale expression. Droplets of sweat rolled down on his forehead. He raised a hand to cover his mouth as he looked at Ghana.
"Hey... did we just drink poison?" He held his breath in anticipation.
