[Yurick is left to groan through the throbbing headache for a minute or two, though it feels far longer. Finally his tongue warms the roof of his mouth enough to settle his head and he slumps over his bowl.]
It's evil. Like Lowell cast ice magic into my mouth. Stars, you must be crazy to eat that!
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It's evil. Like Lowell cast ice magic into my mouth. Stars, you must be crazy to eat that!