*Zill opens his eyes slightly, only to succumb to a coughing fit. Once finished he tries to talk with, mild failure.*
Where.....tar......goldfish......docks....need......go.....
*He then tries to stand, with even more failure, as he falls back onto a table*
*Yiski puts Zill back on the couch*
Stay... good Zill.
*Yiski goes into the back again and comes back with another glass of the sky blue liquid.*
*The sky blue liquid is aptly named Clear Skies, a special remedy for when Zill (or others, still mostly Zill) get intimately involved with tar barrels.*
Drink again. You'll be better.
*Yiski walks outside and hails a messenger*
Okay, here's four silver. Find Roland and ask him to watch the place. I'm gonna investigate what happened at the docks.
*Yiski looks up towards the docks and see it covered in a thick black smog. Yiski looks back to the group.*
Correction, I know what happened. Now I gotta figure out how much trouble Zill's in. I'll be back in a few.
*Yiski heads out*