| The Fifth Spell | (Audio)

[king_to_be]

[The hiss of static emits from the communicator, but soon it begins to dissolve bit-by-bit with a series of soft "hics".]

Uuuuu... uuu... I... don't feel so good...

[A child's obviously wavering whine of distress.]

I think...

[Suddenly, a loud sneeze, a rather unpleasant sound for those listening.]

I caught a cold. Nu-uuuu....

Comments

[fail_assassin]

Oh... you poor thing.

[king_to_be]

[Grooooooooooooan.]