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Elle
Atop the stairs, I discover my next problem: a line of ten vials, all of them filled with green potions.
“Question for you, Grunt.” Turning around, I look for my ex-guard.
No one’s there.
Which makes sense. Trolls are shadowcoe, meaning they’re experts at vanishing when they wish. Kneeling down, I take a closer look at the tiny bottles. It’s a border spell of some kind. This line of glass containers must be magically hiding my position from everyone else. I tilt my head and think things through.
What I know about potion magic is next to zero. Maybe I can just walk over the vials, no problem. Or perhaps once I cross the line of vials, their power could singe me into a little Cinderella burgers.
I poke at one vial with my finger. It shifts over an inch. Then it tumbles over. G
