They found Laros still within the medical wings south of the Village, with a thick set of lining parchment around his neck, where Olivia drove a dagger through. Apparently, after being mounted and road for months, Olivia finally snapped, and in a blind frenzy, she'd found a dagger and stabbed him eighty-seven times before she came running out into town dressed in the blood of Laros, screaming.
"Yes…" said the witch doctor, looking down at the notes she made. "We managed to save him, but he's lost half functionality in his right leg; he's also lost… his penis and one testicle. The last time he woke up was six months ago when we broke the news to him. Aside from that, he's healthy."
"Lady, my man here only got a testicle. Ain't nothing healthy about that." Altair assured her, blown away by his luck. He figured Olivia would snap one day. He just didn't think it would be so soon.