"Why are you torturing yourself for the satiety buff?" Merlin asked her while taking another whiff of the spice mix, causing his eyes to water.
"Well, it wasn't just for the buff, I just wanted some good soup, but there wasn't any." She said with a saddened expression.
"Well, if you want good food, I'm sure there's some kind of job soul for cooking," Merlin suggested, somewhat hoping that she would pick it up. If their group acquired a chef, they would be able to get high-level food buffs without having to spend a ton of money.
"Well regardless, this may come in handy for the boss." Merlin lifted the bag of spices. "A pinch of this in the wolf's nose and it'll hurt."
"What about this then?" Typhoeus picked up the flask of black liquid that Merlin found at the Redmond mansion. "Is it a potion or some kind of oil?"
