-Liana-
We went to Jonah’s home, where I could brew the potion and perform the spell that would hopefully help us get into the city. I was a bit nervous as I ground the herbs and mixed them with warm water before reciting the words Gregor had written for me. I then poured the strange green mixture into two cups, sniffing it and pulling back.
“Argh! That reeks!” I said.
“It’s that bad?” Jonah asked, walking over from the living room, where he had armed himself to the teeth.
He took a cup, sniffed it, and shrugged.
“I’ve smelled worse,” he said.
“Where?” I inquired.
“Well, sometimes I had to go through these disgusting sewer tunnels to escape with all the loot from different mansions and castles. It smelled worse. I smelled worse. For days!”
“You were really willing to walk through p
