"I feel no different, aside from a small sense of joy, at the opportunity," she replied. "And, to my knowledge, it shouldn't. We have other elixirs, to induce that. If you'd like, I could brew one for you."<br/><br/>The caravan soon packed up, and began heading north once more, the roads becoming more and more dirt trails, with the occasional sign or waymarker, to indicate that they're still following the correct route. Night falls still a few miles short of the ruins, as the caravan pulls up for camp again.