Amur saw it. She saw it. That little smile that the Professor gave. How could she NOT see it? The man was trying to posion them all! Just like the hag tried to eat them. If she survived this, there would be words. Great, loud, words.

Amur Neverwinter was not impressed.

That didn't mean she really had much of a choice though. With a sigh, a gulp of air and an attempt to claw at courage and hold it to her, she turned the vial this way and that. It glinted and gleamed at her. If a bottle could laugh, it was surely doing so right now.

Okay. She needed a count-down. For herself and for Bastien to get brewing.

"....On my mark." Steady. "One." It couldn't be that bad right? "Two." Surely not. Everyone was just vomitting and keeling over and looking green. "Three!"

Goodness her whole life flashed before her eyes. And the liquid went down. Down the hatch. Down her throat. Down down down. Down and right into her stomach.

The liquid sat there. It just...hung like a bad after-taste. For a moment, Amur wondered exactly what was going to happen. She looked at the vial, turning it about, sniffing at it and even peering into it. Nothing was happening. It was just sitting in her gut....

"Don't think we need to worry......I think I got a dud."