"So someone poisoned me," said Kier as Ina and Peppermint hurried into her cabin. "And it wasn't you. Weird twist, huh? I think you'll need this." Kier took out a golden sickle that he had stuck in the waistband of his pants. "Big, big eight legs. Red and white. Cavern. Thanks." The Mage collapsed.
Ina kneeled over him. There were red veins marked all over his face, and his lips were completely white. She jumped over her low dining table to fetch a bottle, jumped back over and uncorked the bottle, poured the contents into Kier's mouth, took the golden sickle, and rushed out the door.