"I agree, we should go back to the elves camp. I think they will grant us place by their fire if nothing else." Deneve said. She wondered if her voice slurred. She was doing her best to hide the effects of the poison. No point in worrying the others when she could heal it in the morning with her wand.  She doupted it was lethal anyway, and she didn't think any of the others could help her if it was.<br/><br/>"I think it was that way?" She said, pointing at the direction she thought the camp was at.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Survival roll 14 + 4 = 18</div></div>