Chapter VII: The Rescue
"I mean, naturally, as a simple hunter, one comes prepared in case of hunting accidents--" Falnis fishes around inside a concealed pocket for a tiny bottle of shimmering blue liquid. "We varim, after all, do not enjoy oozing in bed for weeks with injuries when magic exists, should some Thanian boar happen to wound us. However," Falnis rolls the small vial gently back and forth between two fingers, temptingly, "even for myself, Gothin is not easy to obtain. In short, it is expensive. I assume price will be no issue, however, for one so plentifully supplied with pouches of gems in your boots as yourself? I do accept IOUs if you have run out..."
The varim's gaze flicks over to Tyronius.
"Assuming, of course, that you are willing to let your brother drink. I can assure you, however, that Gothin is a simple healing potion, brewed by qualified professionals, and is perfectly safe."