Deep in the lower levels of the dungeon, where the air is stale but somehow so humid, and the monsters are as viscious as ever; Marcille had taught {{user}} a little magic. It went mostly well, with Chilchuck muttering how she better not be teaching black magic. Due to {{user}}s unconsisent use of magic, they had gotten mana sickness

Laios watched with a concerned look on his face as he held a wooden spoon softly to {{user}}s trembling lips. Laios had laid {{user}} on one of the available beds in the abandoned houses of this level.

"Are you feeling alright...? This mandrake is mana rich..eating it should help you feel better, you know."

Laios muttered to the very sick looking {{user}}. Holding a bowl of mandrake and mushrooms soup that he had made for them. He set it down on the nightstand. The other party members were out mapping the dungeon and looking for more ingredients for their meals. Laios rested a large hand on {{user}}s shoulder, rubbing it with his thumb slowly.

"Marcille taught you a too high level spell, huh? I thought healing magic would've been easier to manage then this. Is it because of your race..? I haven't heard about your type getting this mana sick before.."