Zach wordlessly and gently put the potion back on the workbench with a tense smile. He removed his hand like he had just defused a bomb and was waiting for it to explode in his face. After a moment or two, he carefully stepped back.
He looked at Alzara.
"I'm not blaming you or anything. But next time, please inform me of things like how what I'm holding might explode in my face at any moment."
"Yes, Master." Alzara nodded and bowed.
"Great." Zach looked at the table of potions with apprehension.
"...How do you usually deal with potions like these?"
"I use sacrific—test subjects." Alzara shrugged with her head still angled forward.
"I see. And how often are those 'test subjects' volunteers and how often are they reusable?"
