[b][color=#a4161a]"Dead fucking gods, what's in that thing? Taste viler than the usual fare."[/color][/b]

[color=ec008c]"The common ingredient is usually Troll blood. Yeasted, fermented, and distilled. Then you have beetroot and essential oil from crimson fungi. Pharmaceutical alchemy is something I learnt during the short semester at Medical Academy. It is the purest product, so it wasn't watered down, and no additives like sugar or honey were added. What? It's not like it would taste like wine because it looked pretty." 
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[b][color=#a4161a]"Shouldn't have asked that."[/color][/b] Yvonne's visage contort into one of disgust, taking a swig of the water canteen and gargling loudly. [b][color=#a4161a]"I should not have asked that. I need a bloody drink. Figure fatface had wine in his cellar? I'm getting myself some."[/color][/b]

[color=ec008c]"The more you know... Years on the battlefield and I thought someone like you would have acquired the taste."[/color] the elf quipped. 

[b][color=#a4161a]"Bah. I drank it all, didn't I? Nasty stuff still taste nasty no matter how used I got to it."[/color][/b] She spared glance to the bandage around Jazdia, recalling the nasty burn the elf had gotten earlier. [b][color=#a4161a]"Why dont you take some?"[/color][/b]

[color=ec008c]"Heh, I wish I can, especially that blue vial, it's not as vile as the red ones;  mulberry, menthol, celandine, and crushed water wasp."  [/color]

Yvvone's request was not in any way doubting her credibility, but to prevent misunderstanding from the other bystander, Jazdia felt obliged to explain why would she turn down the challenge, though rather reluctantly.

[color=ec008c]"Let us just put it this way; my body reacts viciously to any magical stimulant. So, Instead of healing or restoring, any substance with magic on them will be poison to me. It's not a racial trait, nor hereditary and I have been..."[/color]

It was not about secrecy anymore when Jazdia stopped mid-sentence and offered her a smile instead. Recalling the origin of her power was almost as painful as her theoretical reaction to the potion in question, and thankfully Yvonne seemed to understand this and not pry any further. 

[b][color=#a4161a]"Well. I'll get you some wine then. Be right back!"[/color][/b]