I watch as you take out your prize, studying the vial of potion as you flaunt it in front of me. The first thing I notice is the spike at the bottom of the vial. There is only one potion that I have heard of that typically comes with a spike attached, well, insofar as anything about that potion can be termed typical. I remember its name, Drekksjalden, but I can barely remember what it does. Immortality? Invulnerability? All I truly remember is the spike is a reminder that for it to work it requires blood. Nobody has even attempted to make it since 1943 when the attempt dissolved its creator in a puddle of orange goo. At least, nobody in this country has admitted to trying to do so.<br/><br/>I watch the other magical items as you display the potion and comment on me not seeing it before. It looks like Feingould's Webbing and the Formuleirung runic alphabet, interesting perhaps but not impressive. Unlike the contents of the box, then take the vial from it to study it even more closely. I do not unstop the crystal, but instead raise an eyebrow as if skeptical. In fact, I can feel the magic on the vial. I cannot be sure that this is the real thing, but only the darkest of magics feel like this.<br/><br/>"Somebody told you that this is a correctly made sample of Drekksjalden?" I ask. "Who on Earth would tell you that? Where did you get it?"<br/><br/>I turn my gaze to you, frowning. I wonder if you will tell me your source if you think you were cheated. Whoever that person is is someone I really want to know.<br/>