<b>Pegawen turned at the hobbit's announcement, watching as Pippen displayed the belt of darts for them. “Where did you get tho … it doesn't matter.” She shook her head and took the belt, pulling one of the darts from it before dropping the leather like a snake. <br/>
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The dart she'd pulled from the belt, she lifted and studied intently, noting the hollowed tip made of some sort of bone sharpened to a point, before resting it against her lip. A moment later, she pulled it back, shuddering as she rubbed her mouth with her sleeve. “It's not as bad as it could be,” she confirmed, tapping against the spot on her lip the dart had touched. “There's no sure way to know, unless we tested it on someone --” At that, the two hobbits moved back and Pegawen glanced over. “I didn't mean we <i>would try them,</i>” she added, “only that it would be the best way to know. But I only felt a small burning when I touched it to my skin. If it had been stronger it would have caused my lips to become immobile. Depending on how much Allassiel got in her, she should start recovering overnight.” <br/>
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Tossing the dart aside with the belt, she reached over and squeezed Allassiel's hand. “Can someone help me get her to a bed?” Pegawen stood up and looked around. “I should get her comfortable so she can recover.” She swayed on her feet before recovering and pointing across the courtyard. “Over there, that's where the soldiers took me earlier to rest. The room was simple but it will do.”</b>