"The Night Watcher's potion... it's really strong! It's ten times more potent than that small bottle of 'Wound Healer' I bought for ten Gold Coins from Liberty City! Just half a bottle, and I feel warmth right in my bones."
Beside him, a Forest Elf Ranger with a bandaged abdominal wound nodded, his emerald eyes carrying a complex expression.
"Truly an uninformed human. Did you see that blue potion that was sprayed on the corrosive wound?
"Twenty years ago, during a mission against the Fallen Tree Spirits, I was entangled by an Acid Vine. My wound festered for nearly a week, and it took a half drop of the Elder's treasured 'Moon Well Essence' to barely save my leg... But the Night Watcher's stuff, looks... so Ordinary, just spraying it around?"
The arrival of the Night Watcher changed so many, too many things.
"Twenty years ago? I was still playing in the mud..." the Mercenary mumbled.
