What happens..

   While you are deliberating over what to do, Malcolm begins coughing, but
remains unconscious. Greenbolt and Ivan kneel beside him, cleaning his wounds,
binding them, and covering the poisoned priest with their cloaks. Suddenly,
Malcolm's eyes spring open and he looks around feverishly. "My god!" he
screams, and he makes an effort to stand up. However, his two companions
restrain him and gently urge him back to the floor. Apparantly, that wasn't
such a good idea, for he is soon wracked with convulsions.

   "I've seen this before," says Borack. "He's delirious - we'll have to get
him out of here, unless someone has an antidote for the spider's poison."

   Aardvarkin takes this opportunity to step forth with his vial of clear
liquid. Gently, he pours a few drops over the cloth that binds the priest's
wounds and awaits a result. However, there is no apparant immediate effect.
Shrugging, the thief lifts up Malcolm's head and, and, when he finds a
temporary pause in the convulsions, dumps the contents down the priest's
throat. Eagerly, you await a response, but nothing happens.

   And thus, after trying everything you can think of at the moment, Ivan
proceeds to lift Malcolm off the floor in an attempt to move him as far from
the cold winds as possible. But when the sturdy warrior has Malcolm in his
arms, the priest begins to mumble.. "My pack.. my pack.. get the.. oh, gods..
get.." Ivan quickly walks over to a corner and lowers him to the ground.

   "I wonder what that meant.." he mutters. Drawing his drusus, he prepares to
fight the remaining spider.

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