The bartender slides Tekaji a tankard of tap ale and a trencher filled with some sort of stew, just in time for Ssithiss to take the seat next to him. At the Yuan-ti's request he reached up to the top shelf and brought down a round bottle with a slender neck and a waxed cork. Popping it open he poured just a sip or two of a honey brown liquor into a small glass. He replaced the cork and held the neck over a candle as he rotated it to reseal it for freshness. He pulled a small vial from under the counter and dropped two drops of a green liquid into the glass and stirred it with a glass rod. "Here you go friend, that should fix you right up."
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As you drink the cocktail offered, the pain in your head and joints begins to subside.


"Sure thing mister!" The small waitress' tone seems to perk up as she drops the coins into her apron pocket and darts back behind the bar with the empty mug.