Eacarus had chosen the nastier of the poisons. Understandable, given the hassle the mark had put them through. Deckan gave a slight chuckle at the choice, he should have seen it coming. After the blast, Deckan watched his companion work her talents. She decided on a lower extremity; the man would have very fun last hours of life. If Deckan had to guess, it would be no more than three before the clotting reached his heart.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before the patrons of the inn stumbled outside to investigate; most of them held the same drunken stumble as the merchant fool. Dealing with them would be just as simple. The hodgepodge militia stood for a few seconds, eyes unadjusted to the dark, compounding the blur of drunkenness. Eacarus returned to their previous position, mark in tow.<br/>"No, there is no antidote. Not that I don't hold, atleast. It's already nearly too late for it to help him, though."<br/>The area around the man's wound was already turning black and necrotic, he would have to be carried. Not that he wasn't light enough for it.<br/><br/>The group from the inn was inching further into the night, searching for their lost companion. They would never see him again, and some of them may not see anything again, if things took such a turn.<br/>"Obviously, friend, the answer is both."<br/>Deckan took out a second flash bomb, lighting and tossing it at the crowd's feet. At the same time, he grabbed Eacarus' arm, turning her away from the inn and pulling her into the tree line, over a small hill. They would be able to follow footprints in the snow, but the two companions should have enough of a head start to have no trouble getting away.<br/>"It won't be long before they follow. We should spend atleast an hour leaving, we can deal with the rest if they catch up. For their own health, they should not."