Rala grumbled to herself as the goblins started to call her out for her admittedly rude behavior. Luckily, the Simic was quick to separate the fight before it escalated. Rala had been stopped just as her hand instinctual rest on the grip of her blade. Goblins could be vile things, but these ones where harmless enough. Best not to add to her crimes. Still, Rala felt no less averse to the free potion. As her friends foolishly downed the drinks her scornful words turned to regret. Quickly she scanned the crowd, looking to see how others fared. The effects varied, but no one was dead, at least not yet. Her friends seemed to fair the same.

Aura once again offered up the drink to Rala, who was now feeling nauseous at the thought. She doubted they washed their hands, let alone the bottles. Not to mention the risks run by downing a strange potion offered by strange men. Flicker was quick to interject, and she was glad to know she wasn't alone in her defiant stance with further reasoning that only fueled her disdain for the concoction.
[Color=RosyBrown]"I'll be fine. Not a scratch on me and I think Flicker put it much nicer than I would"[/color] She said as her cold stare briefly turned its ire to the goblins.