“Ha!” Chang laughed and spat on the rough floor. “That’s what I think of your boasts. You had better drink that potion of yours quickly or it will do you no good.” He readied his scimitar with a final defiant slash through the air.
“Oh, this,” Klauswitz said nonchalantly. “This is not for me. It’s for you.”
“Why would I want to drink one of your foul elixirs?”
“Because this is the antidote that will save you from the arrow worm I just hit you with.” He made a show of staring at the yellow-orange li...