The latter held it under his nostrils and sniffed it, the foul stench almost making him vomit, but he didn't have an Item Identification skill to verify its authenticity. Although unsure whether this lunatic would set him up again, he had no other option on someone else's turf and had to muster the courage, pinch his nose, and gulp it down.
But this time, Lame Claw didn't tamper with it.
The potion was disgusting, but it worked wonders. In just a few minutes, Hog could feel the toxins that had been troubling him lately dissipating rapidly from his body, and the dizziness in his thoughts also cleared up considerably.
"Follow me!"
Lame Claw waved his paw and limped, leading Hog deeper into the Construct Tower.
He brought him into his own "laboratory," which, to put it plainly, was as cluttered as a junk pile, but each item was his own creation.
"Take whatever you like, this is my reward for competent friends."
