Dungeon: Dire Wolf Slums (5)

"Well, well, well… How was it?" 

Just as I had thought, the boy from the sword family won, but he was littered with injuries, so I tossed him a healing potion I picked up a while ago from another supply tent. 

It was a mini one, so the process was slow, but eventually, he fully recovered and finally answered my question. 

"It was a stalemate," He muttered through gritted teeth, and my eyes went cold as I stared down at the boy who hung his head.

Useless. 

I did all that for a single fucking stalemate… but he should've won easily as those boys were pretty weak. 

All they had was their family's fire, unless… 

"What item did they use?" I asked, and the boy snapped his head up towards me with a suspicious look. 

"How… How did you know they used an item?" 

"Just did. So, what is it? Buff Potion? Special Sword? Poison?"