The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 63: Book 2, Chapter 14: Poisoned?

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Warmth and vibrant life filled the open garden of the miniature faery hollow. A spread of fruit, berries, and pixie bread was laid out under their young tree. It was to be a proper evening meal. Nik was nearly overwhelmed by how happy he was just to see more familiar faces, and he was proud to introduce the faery folk to his goblin-kin. Even the elderly pixie Sorel Figbug and her grandson Brethon had joined Pearl's procession back to Candlelight. So much had changed since he'd spent his time with Brethon learning which berries were good and which ones were likely to be problematic if eaten. The older Figbug spent the rest of the evening fretting over Worik and Stics as if they were her own oversized grandchildren, making certain that they'd get enough food and drink for their growing bodies. Their combined insistence that they were fully mature did little to dissuade her efforts. With all of the attention his clanmates were getting, it was nothing compared to how the faeries reacted to the sight of Ryan. There was a moment of silence followed by the rush of wings as he was swarmed by the full number of pixies and sprites present. Brethon leaned in toward Nik and said in a hushed tone, “I am just glad to have her distracted for once. You know the other week, she tried to make me eat a whole blueberry. Whole. Blueberry. It was twice the size of my head; I kid you not. I told her that I could only grow so much, so fast, but she’s a persistent old gran. Now that she has got goblins and a dragon to look after, maybe I can—” The poor young pixie’s face turned a shade darker, shifting to more blue than green, as a second helping of frostberry pie dropped onto the plate-like leaf in front of him. “There is more where that came from, too,” Sorel called back as she carried another leaf filled with the chilled dessert over to a very eager Ryan. The little dragon’s tail was a potentially devastating whip, swinging wildly in excitement as he devoured the dish, leaf and all. The faeries squealed with delight as he purred in appreciation and licked at the gooey frostberry filling that coated his lips. Of course, Nik had never really seen the fae-dragon turn any food down, but even he knew how incredible the berries could taste. It was almost a shame that it had to be used as a poultice on his wounds once. What a waste of something so sweet, but at least I lived to see more of it. Tower-blasted chimpanthers, he thought as he dug into his own slice of the pie. Watching the faeries interacting with Ryan made something twist in Nik’s stomach. He’s grown so much. How could he have been holding himself back? He eats plenty and sleeps more than anyone I know. Is there something wrong with the way I've been raising him? What exactly did Harper mean? That will be the first thing I ask her about tonight. Ryan is having a great time right now, Nik thought while the little fae-beast danced in place at being presented with more food. “Huh… I don't… I can’t… feel my fingers… I…” Worik's muttered words trailed off before he slumped into Stics. The broad-shouldered goblin caught his brother-in-law with loose fingers and slurred the words, “What’s happenin’… Lord Nik… I feel… tired.” The soft sound of cloth sliding over leather was followed by a connected thud. The two of his friends, who’d been seated on the ground beside him, had crumbled to the floor entirely. Nik knelt over them within a heartbeat, and Pearl was at their side by the time the next one followed. Were they poisoned? No, that doesn't make sense. They ate the same things I did, and what reason would Pearl's family have to harm our friends anyway? No, this was something else. Nik pressed into every recess of his mind in search of an answer. “Pearl, what’s happening to them?” he nearly shouted. His old mentor was already scanning them, searching for any sign of what might have caused this. Meanwhile, Ryan came over and whined as he nudged at the goblins. “Everyone else is fine. I do not see any