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A few minutes on their way back, Laurel asked. "What do you think was in that tea? Did it lessen the toll of the acid liquid in my stomach?"

"No idea. But probably not, there would be no reason for it to not work on me if it was." Oswald shrugged. 'That's probably because of Katarina's gift.' He thought, holding tight the ring he had carefully retrieved.

"Maybe it's because of Risandro..." He said, pointing at Oswald's throat. After drooling on his hand and paying attention to the scent, Laurel snarled. "This liquid smells just like moat mud."

"I know, right? And it goes even worse when it starts to consume something. Would you like to study it before we go back to the camp?"

After pausing for a few seconds, Laurel shook his head. "Nah, I feel hungry right now. Hungry for a fruit or one of the disgusting oatmeals they serve in there. Let's not delay our stay brother, they are probably waiting for us and our magnificent tales ever since they heard our howls in the night."