Ragnar's POV
He cleared his throat, his eyes resting at the back of the room. “I used to help her with bloodroot, but that plant is almost extinct now. Perhaps a few glasses of my recovery potion would help.” He got up abruptly, reaching into one of his cabinets. He retrieved a blue vial, containing green liquid. I winced immediately. Green was bad. Green was never good.
“There's no way you're going to make me drink that,” I said, almost gagging. He rolled his eyes.
“Ay stop being such a child. It doesn't taste bitter at all.” I could hear amusement in his tone.
“You realize I will find it very impossible to believe you, right?” I narrowed my eyes at him. He scoffed, grabbed a tiny shot glass and poured some of the contents of the vial into the cup. He brought it close to my nose,
