The dwarf shrugged his shoulders as he approached the large man laying on the bed. “I think he can be set free; and he is afraid of eating me. I’d like to say it’s because I’m a holy man, but I think it’s more that he realizes I’m full of grizzle.”<br/><br/>Uncas pulled a pinch of the powder from the vile and sprinkled it on Erebus nostrils. Uncas grunted in frustration before wiping a bit of the powder against his own nose. He let out a violent sneeze and then held the powder up, “Dragons Breath pepper; nobody can resist it’s power.”<br/><br/>Uncas continued to address the woman’s question as he pulled open the pen knife. “So, close?  No.   But I’d let him hold a blade to my throat, and he would trust me the same.”<br/><br/>The Dwarf made a shallow cut on the side of Erebus’ neck. It was enough to coat the blade with a few drops of blood. He took the blade to his mouth and licked the drops; tasting the blood before spitting it out onto the floor.  “Devils spit. Vile stuff. Not enough left though to kill him; his body beat it. So the only reason he sleeps is because he wants to.”<br/><br/>The dwarf seemed firm in his deduction. He  replaced the items in his satchel and began to gather his belongings. “There’s a reason why he has chosen to sleep.  I don’t know what it is, but it involves someone who uses Satan’s poisons. Regardless of what Erebus is dealing with, I plan on seeking out this abomination.”