"Well you have me now, unless you'd like to go back to looking for Whisperia while Jim suffers? I didn't think so." He nudged the warrior through the portal and followed close behind. "And I'm enjoying it too, I can't imagine his injuries being anything I can't fix without- huh." Ras frowned and moved over to Jim to inspect his injury, the wound oozing a thick black fluid from his now mostly exposed rib cage and decayed organs. "Well he's out cold, so he's not feeling anything but... How the fuck did he get so bad? I would be able to sense corruption this thick from a mile away and drunk off my ass, never mind just being annoyed by a begging Draenei." He held one glowing hand out over the wound but after a moment pulled it back and folded his arms. "Whisperia would have made this worse. Sharindia, you know where I keep all my poisons, right? I need the one in the black vial, bring a blade with you too, the sharper the better." He turned to Britomart and shook his head. "Well had you not had him healed, the spell would have died out on its own and he would have recovered in a few weeks. Instead all the healers you've had fed it, and fed it, and fed it. So, here's what's going to happen, I'm going to kill him, take his soul, burn the fuck out of his body with as much holy energy as I can channel into it without destroying my own, then I'm going to pull an Arlokk and bring him back from a pile of glowing ash."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>