Relief! It was what Eudial wanted so badly, and it was so near. And anyway 10 credits seemed like a logical trade-off. What would she be able to get in this weird universe with these credits anyway? But as she rummaged through her belongings, a particularly nasty scrape finally broke through her skin, and her blood tickled out a bit. She winced; as she did so, her fingers hit something not the fabric out of her outfit. And at that touch, the merest thought of an echo passed through her mind.

Don't trust any of the others, especially Vengeance.

That was true. But then again, Eudial argued in her mind, Gaunt had no reason to be so devious. Cheap pranks were not beyond him, but he would gain nothing from it. Then again, she had beheld his true form already, and wouldn't put it past him to try and profit for only himself. A demon's charm only went so far if they knew its true nature.

Truthfully, the itching pains were subsiding, though the bleeding cut stung Eudial like a mad hornet. She withdrew her hands and examined her arms for a moment. Then she looked up at the old salesman.

"It... appears that my pains have been but a passing memory," she simpered. "All except for... well..." she glanced at the cut, and then at the bottle. "Relieving itches is one thing, but putting that on an open wound would likely make it much worse, so I will have to turn down your offer... for now," Eudial added. Good save. "Nonetheless I will keep it in mind, should this return to trouble me. Don't auction it off to anyone else yet."

She looked up and growled, red-faced. If the other Witches dare found out about this, she would have all 4 of them roasted on a spit.