The rider saw the queen drink a glass full of a purplish liquid. Wait... No.... No,.. It couldn't be. He really had to get off the streets, NOW. Back to the inn? No, he'd bashed the landlord over there. And - crap. No weapons. He quietly snagged a big branch from a nearby tree and took out a little tinderbox. In case anything went wrong, he could light his branch for help.