Leonhardt observed the fat Lord as he leaned closer and reached out. His palm almost touched the human's chest before an ember of black fire flickered on the surface of his palm. Hidden by the frilly fabric of the Lord, it fluttered inside the fat man's chest.
That's it...
His fire would linger in the Lord's chest for the next twenty-four hours, a death sentence. For every hour that passed, it would burn a portion of his heart. The slow heat eventually cooks the man from the inside out.
"Eat this." He handed a potion to Lord Assquat. A small glass bottle with a dark liquid sloshing around inside. It was thick and syrupy like molasses.
This potion will act as a painkiller, blocking his awareness of the heat or pain.
Mossi is too talented...
He couldn't help but enjoy the benefits of hiring the goblin as his private alchemist and in charge of growing these strange herbs and concoctions.
