"You don't need to worry about me, I've fought and killed in far worse conditions than this. Besides, I'm an alchemist; my potions will keep me more than active enough for the fight. I might not be awake for the celebration afterwards, but I'll be at my best for the event itself." Sharee said. Despite her response, she gladly took the flask, opened it, and sniffed its contents. She had a feeling the man was just wanting to get in good with his captain, and while she didn't really care about his gift, she did rather like the sound of being called "captain." 

"You're right about this thing's strength, I'll give you that. I could make better, with the right ingredients, but I guess I can't be picky." She commented, putting the cork back on the flask and slipping it into her pack. "You're a mage, right? Your robes make that obvious. Tell me, what can you do? Give me details; I'd like to know a bit more about who I'm stepping into this with. Besides, I need to know where I should put you in the attack."