That crazy pale priest pulled out three of your wisdom teeth. The blood flowed, leaving a metallic taste on the tongue. The wound hurt and throbbed. It's good that Accardi came on time.

Accardi helped you treat your wounds and wiped away the blood with his handkerchief. You thanked him, and together you began to look for a way out of the underground tunnels of the Basilica.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed how Accardi strangely pressed the handkerchief to his face, as if smelling your blood. You winced and stopped when you saw him lick the blood stain.