"Long story…Can you help me out here?" Bastian asked, huffing and sweating.
"Ah—sit still! Sit still!"
The fur-covered man skipped over without hesitation, leaning over as he gazed at the wounds etched into the adventurer's flesh.
Gunter ran his furry fingers over the young man's areas of infliction, bringing his sharp glaze close, "Hmm…You're in bad shape, my friend. Whoever cut you up used quite the frightening blade."
"Yeah…? Easy to fix, right?" Bastian asked, wincing through clenched teeth.
It felt as though his flesh was being gorged from the inside by an unknown force, squeezing more blood out as it rushed from his wound in a blackened shade.
The beastman paced across the room quickly, rummaging through a drawer before returning with a tall candle of mossy wax, "I will do what I can, but you've been hit with a curse, my friend."
"A curse…?"
