Leaving nothing to chance, he slowly descended where he was perched and crawled over to the offending crag, looking for signs of recent disturbance. Finding none, he released a sigh as he patted down his front. Four of the potion bottles had been crushed under the dragon’s grip, and the front of his travelling clothes were utterly covered in the pungent filth that was the disgusting fire resistance potion. He took off his gloves and felt the cold of the air and the heat of the ground. Yep, the potion’s effects had worn off. He no longer felt leaden and heavy and could feel his skin again.