Dremmick started to stir, the beads starting to have their desired effect. He looked around for a moment taking the scene in. "You... you all stayed..." His voice trailed off as an immense pain washed over him. 'That spear' he thought to himself, 'it must have been...'

 "Poison.." he said as he finished his thought. "My bag... please." He still looked pale as the poison was still coursing through him. He tried his best to slow his blood-flow using what little magic power he had left as he waved Morgan over to him so he may get his bag.