The delectable juice of the roast meat burst inside Spheris's mouth and he let out a satisfied and relieved sigh. Inwardly, of course.
He ignored the glancing eyes of his companions spread across the hilltop and petted Talon gently on the head while the bird warmed up to his embrace.
"Here."
Spheris watched as Thorin summoned a Variable. It was a glistening purple vial. Thorin offered the Variable to Spheris with the words; "Elysian Nectar. It's a healing potion."
As he reached for it, Spheris paused, eyes locked on the magic bottle. There was no mistaking it, that vial was undoubtedly Perichan's Variable.
Spheris's gaze lifted from the vial and up to Thorin who had a waiting expression on his face. "Or you can let Cerene heal you, if that's what you prefer."
Spheris looked back down at the vial. It felt like a century had passed in just a couple of days. Perichan was truly dead, and Thorin had killed him. It made sense that he had the Elysian Nectar.
