Pureblooded species did have a harder time surviving on the poisoned planets then their mixed breed offspring after all. His aura settled as he was healed. He would have a lot of questions once the paralysis wore off enough for him to talk. I could have pulled all the poison out of his body at once, but a great deal of it had already been absorbed into his body. Yanking it out would do more harm then good.
Even without my treatment he would have returned to normal in another two days or so. Speeding the process up was a good way to earn some brownie points from him, but he might realize that the poison wasn't lethal to begin with. Once he realized that he might be a little upset with me. I planned to send him to earth once we were good, and clear of this city. If he was willing to teach Bryce I would offer him all the comfort I could offer from.
His freedom would be given freely, and willingly. Allowing him to choose whether to stay with us after we returned to earth or not on his own. That freedom to choose would gain me even more brownie points. Should he choose to go home then I would have a nice opening gift that would act as a good starting conversation for a peace, and trade treaty. Giving back one of their own that had been thought to be lost was a good way to establish good will.
Rescuing so many that had been lost was a good way to establish good faith among the other members of their race. Especially if we had no good reason to rescue them. I turned my attention to Sekka who was already on the bed.
"I'm going to go place the last four markers," I left the dwarf on the floor of the room.
I had plenty of time to study his collar later. Ownership had already been transferred to Sekka so I didn't need to worry about him getting ordered around to death as his collar choked the life out of him. I snuck out of the room quietly. It was difficult to change my coloration in human form. My control over shadows would allow me to draw them around me to conceal myself.
I'd have to be careful for a few minutes when I first went outside. My natural affinity for shadows would draw them to me without the use of mana, but the concentration that required was immense. I concentrated on the shadows. Drawing them toward myself in the deathly quiet of the hall. Pushing my heart rate up as I did.
The higher I pushed my heart rate up the faster I would be able to move once I decided to. I slinked down the hall silently. Now allowing my concentration to slip in the slightest. My sole two focused were moving down the hall silently, and going completely unnoticed. The amount of focus I dedicated to the task allowed my spatial senses to mingle perfectly with my surprisingly sensitive sense of touch.
I only had this sensitive sense of touch when I was in human form after all. It seemed as if my scales dulled my sense of touch a bit. It wasn't all that surprising. My scales were incredibly tough even for dragon scale. Very little of what remained on earth could pierce them.
I inhaled slowly before dashing the last hundred feet down the dark stairs, and out the back door the the innkeeper often left open to allow the smell of refuse to flow out into the alleyway. He kept quite a few slaves in the small room next to the alley so it wasn't all that surprising he had to left the door open. The slaves only felt an unusual gust of wind going the wrong direction as I passed through. It took me half the time to get to the roof then it did to get to the alley way from the hotel room. I stopped on the roof of the neighboring building an instant later.
Making sure I'd managed to sneak by unnoticed. The shadows around me wavering slightly as they tried to pull away from me back to where they belonged. Shadow manipulation wasn't the best of my skills. I should work on that a bit more. Most of my activities on this world had been at night after all.
Being able to hide from my enemies while slaughtering them would be useful. I'd been focusing on poison attacks so far simply because they were easier to conceal, and harder to stop. Poison wasn't one of the natural affinities. It would be difficult for them to counter an abnormal affinity. They would figure out how to block my ability to poison eventually but not all poisons worked using magic.
Some of my most deadly poisons required no magic at all to kill their opponents. They were simple magicless poisons evolved on earth through centuries of magic deficiency. Most of those needed to be delivered directly into the blood or onto the skin. It had been simple enough to get them from the curious scientist after all. He was more then willing to hand me whatever poisons I asked for simply because I told him I was going to drink them.
The reason he was so willing to give me what I wanted. That was simple. He just wanted to see what happened. I was both disturbed, and amused by that fact. He'd even handed over radioactive material willingly.
That bar of toxicity was still rolling around in my gut. My stomach worked perfectly to contain the toxic material as my body absorbed, and analyzed it so I could replicate it's effects. I could already replicate it to a certain degree, but I couldn't exactly use it. It's effect was too widespread. No matter how I tried to limit it, it still spread into it's environment anyway.