"I assure you, he knows his name Aunt," Jake replied wryly when Tracey nearly shouted after reading the medical board.
"Mr. Black, this is Healer Tracey Davis. I've brought her in to consult on your condition. If you'll excuse us for a moment," Jake said, then steered his Aunt - or cousin rather - to the far end of the room.
"He's been poisoned. Drink of Despair, according to what he told me. I administered a bezoar stone as soon as he was brought in, but it's only done so much as to slow the process of the poison through his body." He voice was low enough for only Tracey to hear.
Jake paused, then ran a hand through his hair. "I only thought that potion existed in lore so I'm fucked if I know what to do now," he muttered.