After a while, the potion's effects kicked in, and Aden mustered enough strength to at least sit upright.
[Why are you so insistent on coming here?] a voice rasped beside him.
"I have two valid reasons," Aden rasped back, his voice hoarse. "Firstly, there's someone I need to meet. Secondly, there's a specific item in this forsaken territory I must acquire at all costs."
]Seems you harbor a prejudice against this humble territory,] the voice observed.
"Not the territory itself, really," Aden clarified. "More like the ruler – Count Belaherm of Fallen-Rose."
[So, why exactly do you despise this Count so much?]
"Well, the fat oaf levies exorbitant taxes on the Fallen-Rose dungeon to the west of the city," Aden grumbled.
[So? I don't see the problem. You're not exactly strapped for cash, are you?]
"True, but that's not all of it," Aden admitted. "The m- I mean, the guy's a real scumbag."
]Aren't we all, in a way?]
