Part 320: Lon'qu B

You again.

I want to return your bag of weeds. I'm tired of carrying it around all the time.

Idiot human. Why didn't you just throw it away? *Sigh*- Never mind. Here. Give it to me.

Don't come any closer. I'll toss the bag that way, and you can pick it up.

Do you hate my kind so much?

It is not your kind that I mind. It is your gender.

And why would you, a human skilled in swordplay, possibly fear all females?

I have my reasons. I am haunted by nightmares-confused, terrifying memories from my past.

When I approach a woman, be she taguel or human, I am gripped by an icy fear.

Then I am not the only one plagued by terrible memories.

I do not like to speak of it. If others knew I still suffered fromchildish nightmares, they would think me weak.

...Throw me the bag.

Here.

Thank you.

Now wait right there.

What are you doing?

I'm making a special brew using the herbs I collected. ...Here.

*Sniff* It smells vile. And there are twigs floating in it.

Just drink it down.

Are you sure it's safe for humans?

Drink it or don't. I care not.

Very well. *glug, glug*

*Splutter* Bleeech!

Urgh! It tastes even worse than it smells!

Yes. But you will find it helps with your nightmares.(Panne leaves)

..... Gods, that was awful. I hope this isn't some kind of elaborate practical joke.