The potion's red liquid glimmers when agitated.
I Drink an Master Healing PotionThe threads of life pull taut, ready to snap at any moment. The incredible pain that wracks my body threatens to make my final moments mindless and harrowing. With my last ounce of strength, I wrench a small vial from my bandolier, blinking through the incomprehensible agony to ensure I’ve plucked the right potion. The sparkling red shine is both my confirmation and the inspiration I need to quaff. I feel myself respond to the magic, body and spirit both renewed and elated.
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1 | Concoct Healing Potion, Master |