Herag held a bowl in his hand, filled with creamy fish soup and a small fish.
He didn't need to drink it, just smelling it, he detected a very subtle scent.
It was from a herb known as Lost Grass, which only required a tiny amount to render someone into a deep sleep.
Generally, it was used as incense to aid sleep.
If directly consumed, the medicinal effect would be too strong, risking a sleep akin to death.
If Lost Grass was to be consumed, it's necessary for a professional doctor to compound it into a usable medicine.
Herag looked at the bowl of soup. Naturally, Pier wasn't going to specially concoct medicine for them; it was most likely just thrown in.
A regular person would probably struggle to wake up tomorrow if they ate this fish and drank the soup.
However, for Herag and the other two, it wasn't a problem.
All three were official Wizards; their constitution far surpassed that of ordinary people.
