"Ah, but how did you know that putting my own health at risk for momentary gain is my specialty" He quipped as he tipped the potion back.
Of course, he probably should've been more worried about the effects of this concoction, but he truly had little reservations about long term...
This wasn't supposed to be a hard day. Travel from point a to point b, it should've just been a nice little walk through the woods. Unfortunately, the spirit of the forest didn't agree with his supposition.
Shaky fingers bent into a sign against evil, as he hopped off of his horse, Falstaff...
A few hours ago
He woke up on the floor once again.
It was still dark out, which was good. He wouldn't want to arrive late to his duty, as he hadn't fallen to those levels of desperation yet. His head was still ringing as if he'd been clubbed, but otherwise his strength had mostly returned...
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