<span style="color: #00bf00">Damon flinched a bit when he had a hair pulled, but other than that, it didn't seem to bother him. He looked at the green potion for a few minutes. 'green is the color of poison...' he thought, then shook it off. Sol was his friend, and wouldn't want to poison him. 'I trust you, Sol...' He thought, then he took a deep breath and downed the potion.</span>