After a half hour of questions, getting prodded, examined, and overall harassed, Dr. Mustache came to the conclusion that I had imbibed an aphrodisiac. Aphrodisiacs were illegal to import and own in the country. That would imply that they're also illegal to sell. But, however, if a particularly clever water magician was able to figure out how to manufacture it...it explained a lot.
"And this fruity taste," he said. "That's a good sign there. One of the most common aphrodisiac is sweet, with a taste like unto strawberries. He probably examined it until he was able to get the properties down, one of which included the taste."
I wanted to dive into a hole and die.
Still in his blood and sweat stained shirt, Roman left only when I'd swallowed some pain killers for the headache and walked
