The Demon Hunter lunged forward in an instant, grabbing Charles by the collar, furiously saying, "You little schemer! You acted so innocent earlier! Who would've thought you were the one providing that damned guy with potions?!"
Charles wore a bewildered expression, "What potions? I don't understand what you're talking about."
The Demon Hunter roared, "Still playing dumb? I saw that scoundrel consume a potion before our duel. And the bottle that held that potion is identical to the one on your table!"
Charles sighed, dropping his act now that the jig was up. Curiously, he asked, "The scoundrel you're talking about… was he a Death Knight riding a warhorse?"
The Demon Hunter gripped Charles's collar tightly, retorting, "What do you think?!"
