The party ended relatively early. Luke was just glad to return home and beat the living s**t out of Myrin after he understands what to do in this situation.
In the meantime, he tore a few pieces of paper and drew glyphs on them putting them on various parts of his body. "Do you need help?" Tim asked out of concern.
"If there's no cure for this thing, then I'll ask you for help," Luke replied breathing heavily. "When I get back home, I'm going to beat the living day lights out of that a**hole, not even a little head up."
"Well, we weren't expecting you to drink the wine," Tim replied.
"You knew?" Luke said in disbelief.
"No," Tim replied, "but I guessed it wasn't going to be poison," he said.
"You nearly died for an aphrodisiac," Luke said angrily. His temperature had calmed a bit. "I never thought I would be f**ked someday," he said covering his face.
"What?" Tim said in confusion.
