He was a tall person almost the same in height as Sir Deon but thinner wearing a white long robe with a golden border. His brown hair was tied to a ponytail which came to his hips in length. He wore white gloves.
“I had a feeling I was poisoned and you say it was just a mixture?” She frowned at Deon.
Her body agreed with the complaint as it still felt the pseudo pain on her body. She wanted to complain and scream like a child but she only pouted her lips frowning at her master for using her as a test subject.
“It was not poisoning it is more like an antidote. We give this to the poisoned patients to vomit out all the contents from their stomachs and a tonic is given to give relief. The mixture stops after a while.” Rionshal came back and handed her a pill.
Rosa stared at the small round brown oval shape pill in her hand she was scared to eat it. He poured a glass of water and handed it to her. “Eat that you will get your strength back.”