Gh... Ghan. Sur... Okk... Ghansurok. That's the fel chimaera's name. I thought I could manage out here... ugh... alone. No chance. Picked me clean into the air. Stuck my dagger through its closest eye I could find, and I fell farther than the tree tops. I wasn't the only one who bit off more than I could chew this time. Haha--agh... I shouldn't make myself laugh, this hurts bad enough. Broken bones we could mend, but... the venom... is too vile. Pass on a warning. I beg you!