Some days after the events of Malicious Concoction...
A heavy footstep followed by a light one, a hobble, a limp. The swelling around the eyes had gone down, and thus he could see, and the hives across his skin had faded. In the six fingered hand, a large bottle of dark liquid, in the five fingered right is another that doesn't match. But...a bottle is a bottle all the same.
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