“You gotta help me, you just gotta! Chelsea and I came out here to make a bit of money, just sell some supplies, legit work. Next thing I know she's on her deathbed! She's got a fever that'd shock a blacksmith, and she's hallucinating...
She must've been stung by the scorpids near here! I've seen it happen, it's not pretty. I gotta get some poison glands to make an antidote but I can't leave her side!
Please, help me! Get me those glands!”
