CH892

“Alright, bottoms up.”

“Ben, while I appreciate the intent behind it, the way you’ve spoken about this leaves me with only marginally more confidence than the appearance of the final product would imply,” Foast said as he tried to swirl the cup of inky sludge he’d been given, only for it to be far too thick to do more than slowly budge. “Are you actually, genuinely sure this isn’t going to kill me?”

“You’ve tried the common sleeping potions and gotten no effect?”

“Correct.”

“Then you’ll be fine. Worst to worst, I’ll keep an eye on you and if something seems wrong I’ll carry your butt off to some help. Now, down the hatch.”

He materialized both a pillow and blanket as he said it, handing both to the shifter as he sat down, looking no less suspicious as he finally started to pour it back, a small shudder of disgust running through his body as the first drop touched his tongue before subtly changing some of his facial structures to replace it with something that lacked a sense of taste and even still nearly gagged for the texture of it running down his throat.

“I now believe even less that your concoction isn’t going to kill me.”

“It’s a body mass problem. Either I needed to make it super concentrated or else you were going to have to drink multiple litres of the stuff. Sorry, but there was no winning that so just tell me how you’re feeling.”

“Like I’m going to vomit.”

“Besides that.”

“A bit more tired than a moment ago,” He admitted. “So maybe it’s having some effect?”

“You literally only just drank it, give it a good half hour for it to fully kick in but in the meantime, try to have a nap. I’ll look over you to make sure you don’t die and work on getting your armour sorted because let me tell you, yours is going to be a huge pain in the ass.”

“Mmh, well, do your best,” The other said, already closing his eyes as the initial touches of the potion he downed began to take hold. “I’m looking forward to seeing what you make.”

“Ha, and I’m looking forward to the challenge.”

Foast was already asleep as he said it, his exhaustion made overwhelming by even just the start of the potion he’d drank and leaving Ben to focus on his work as he began pulling materials from both the shop’s storage and his rings while he started shaping them with his magic for all of the parts he’d need.