Ah-choo! Aaaaaah-choo!

Ugh, it's neverending.

The Balaur energy remains purely to tease my nose.

Player: "Maybe Balaurea wasn't a good idea for you?"

I came to work at the fortress, allergies be burned in balefire.

But look at me, just guarding Philon here. Philon who ignores me. Watch this.

Hey! Philon! Sulla's boyfriend! You listening?

Player: "He's really good at ignoring you."

Someone in Sanctum is playing a horrible joke on me.

Ah-choo!

I'd love to take a medicinal potion, but I need to be energetic to clear out some Hoodwink Gnarls. Unless you'd do it for me?

Player: Accept.

It's going to have to be a lot to make a dent.

You need to approach them quietly. Ah-ah-choo!

Which is...something I clearly can't do right now.

Player: "I hope you feel better."

I'm doing a lot better, thanks for asking.

Player: "I got your Gnarls."

Oh wonderful! I've got the Gnarls done and taken my medicine.

You may go now.

Ah-ah-aaaaah-chooooo!