Keng jumped off the tree branch and landed. He made his way to the stream of water and pulled his backpack out. He looked through his backpack for his flask. Clothes, skinning knife, assortment of medicinal herbs, assortment of medicinal pastes and powders and…
"Oh." Keng grabbed the large bag out and opened it. "This is the energy remedy. I should make this." Keng fished for the mortar and pestle in his backpack and spent some time mashing together the ingredients. He eventually found his flask at the bottom of the backpack. It was still filled from the last time he collected water. He grabbed the flask and opened it and took a sip.
It was still quite cold. The flask was given to him with some sort of enchantment to keep the temperature cooler or warmer for longer. He grabbed the paste and threw it in the flask and capped it. Keng shook it like a madman, waiting for the paste and the water to become one.
