Sam saw the book and ran outside with it. ''Guys, use this!'' she said, handing them the book.
The book then turned to a page labeled Draconian Anatomy. The text read "The blood of any draconian is very acidic. Only those either being a draconian or having the blood of a Canis Lupus can survive the blood. However most bandages are immune of they are made from thick cloth can withstand the blood."
"Does that mean we need Vehr? And thicker bandages?"
Damion took off his cloak, which was magically enhanced to stop most spells, and wrapped his wounds with them.
Sam weared her armor and touched the pendent. She turned the her draconian form and sat down near him.
"What happened to him?" Niena asked, stacking a few bandages up and folding them, then using them to wipe away Seren's blood.
Sam grabbed some bandages and putted them on Seren. She hopped that her draconian form would be immuned to the blood. ''I dont know..'' she muttered.
The books pages began to turn on there own and a section labeled blood came up. "Draconian blood may have acidic properties but also can be removed with extreme heat. Mainly a source of fire. However this will not seal the wound itself which must be done manually."
Sam grabbed Seren's sword and lighted it on fire. She passed it near the blood. ''After that we can close the wounds manually as the books says..'' she muttered.
Damion cast a mend wounds spell on Seren with one hand and a flame geyser with the other.
"I can stitch the wound," Niena volunteered. "I'm good at needlepoint, so, why not this?"
"Does anyone have a needle and some thread?"
Sam summoned her axe and broke a very little piece of it and gave it to Niena.
"My mend wounds spell doesn't seem to be working," Damion says
The book turned back to anatomy. "Regeneration of blood may be an issue with juvenile draconians. As most dragons are immune to most manners of magic. Few days of bed rest are required to regain blood. Also one must drink the repugnant yet healthy Digitalient plant found in the forest. The plant is described as a dark purple flower with five red pistols."
"Oh, daddy," Damion said sarcastically at Vehrisdjak, "You need to sober up and go hunting.
"Don't worry, I've got this," Niena said, tugging some thread out of her tunic and threading her makeshift needle. "I just hope he's deep enough he won't feel this," she said, plunging the sharp metal into Seren's skin.
"I need banana filled grapes in my conundrum for the up train innuendo," Vehr said loudly. "And make it god...damn...genuine, you can of antidisestablishmentarianistic proportions!"
"..." damion just stared at Vehrisdjak.
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