Key Ixidor Animus Jonathan Cook
Gallows and the others took Cook away from the Hallow to treat him. The Bismarck, still closed due to an unfortunate case of corpse-in-lobby, had plenty of empty space and beds to lie him down on. Gallows helped lift the Proximus--even with the man's weight, it felt good to be away from the Hallow and its corruption. Setting him down on a couch near the hotel bar, Gallows wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the others.
"Could one of you treat him?" He asked. "My grasp on Life isn't strong enough just yet. Also, I think I might have pulled something." He sat down on a chair near the couch, breathing heavily. The poison had taken its toll--he was just glad they hadn't all passed out down there. He had a feeling staying unconscious in the vicinity of that place wouldn't be healthy in the long term.
"We can't let an assault like this go unpunished," he said angrily. "We need to find who did this and submit them to the Pentacle's justice."