Poison and magic were beyond the capabilities the Huntsman had ever harbored, and where Graham had known of only one of the two, the two halves of him together had no love for either. He preferred instead the straight forward nature of bladed weapons or of bows, of fighting with fists and teeth and nerve. The idea of insidious weaponry had never been to his taste and had become a subject he reared instinctively back from, though he pushed through his own distaste for those who used such things to focus on the problem at hand.

"The doctors here, have you seen any of them?" He understood there was at least one, and with the medical suite perhaps there was a way around a door-locked antidote.