Starfinger slapped his head, grumbling in Tripkee. As the others went about the searching, he rummaged in his bag.
"I KNEW I meant to ask grandma for the Insect Repellent formula. Well, next letter home, I suppose."
Eventually, he came out with a small, stoppered waxed gourd. An Elixir of Life for those that were wounded- he did have a few to spare. Putting his hand out for Saur, the frogman offered the potion.
"Here! Drink up. Its taste is of bitter, but it is good for the flesh! An apology for the mismatched vial."
"I KNEW I meant to ask grandma for the Insect Repellent formula. Well, next letter home, I suppose."
Eventually, he came out with a small, stoppered waxed gourd. An Elixir of Life for those that were wounded- he did have a few to spare. Putting his hand out for Saur, the frogman offered the potion.
"Here! Drink up. Its taste is of bitter, but it is good for the flesh! An apology for the mismatched vial."