In the morning, Wolfe woke up to a soldier poking him in the side and then handing him a tub of something and a note.
[This is military issue recovery balm. It is good for bruises, blisters and sore muscles. Use it liberally as necessary. There is plenty in stock since we have so many healers.
Priya]
"If I give this to you, can you use it?" Wolfe asked the prisoners, who were just beginning to attempt to remove themselves from under Pup.
"No, the chain forbids us from healing ourselves."
"They really did want this to be the most annoying way to die, didn't they? But that's fine. Pup, head out and find Mary. She should have food for you. Everyone else, get ready, and I'll put this balm everywhere."
