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Who: Lyvus and visitors
Where: Just outside the dorms
When: Day 189, night
What: Downtime and getting chloroformed apparently

[Night is sitting outside of Corvus, making more needles out of bone. He's improved at bone carving, and is working on a fair variety -- mostly small and straight, but a few curved and one or two longer. Just chillin'.]

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[Then takes the note with the poem and places it right on his chest.

The note reads:

One winter a Farmer found a Snake stiff and frozen with cold. He had compassion on it, and taking it up, placed it in his bosom. The Snake was quickly revived by the warmth, and resuming its natural instincts, bit its benefactor, inflicting on him a mortal wound. "Oh," cried the Farmer with his last breath, "I am rightly served for pitying a scoundrel."

PS: Snake's not poisonous.]

If you survive this ordeal alright, come see me.

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[if you think I am hearing you right now you are mistaken.

You might want to scrawl a footnote.]

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[Nah, I think I'll take my chances.

Tidies up a bit, moving his needles away from kicking/accidental stabbing distance, then leaves]