Slamming down to cut off the arm left the man screaming, but even as the lay on hands began to close the wounds, black veins spread visibly under the skin, showing where the sleeve of his outfit was gone, heading towards the heart. With a goran, the man tensed, arched, and collapsed, dead.<br/><br/>"Damn." The sneak cursed. "There's not many who can make something that strong. In fact I only know one poisonmaker that talented in this entire town, and they are ... or<em>were</em>in prison,<em>suspected</em>for<em>poisoning the old king</em>. Never proven, but it was implied that he might have, so the prince did imprison him immediately." The sneak snorted. "Even so, something that potent, whoever it is, has serious backing. This isn't peasant doing it." He looked up at Gabriel. "It takes funds that only adventurers and nobility have."