"What do you mean by all this? What are you trying to say?" Kaelith asked again, his hands fidgeting nervously as he tried to make sense of the swirling thoughts in his mind. He had ideas—dark, unsettling ones about what was really going on, but he didn't want to believe them. He didn't want to accept that people were plotting his death.
Veyron let out a heavy sigh as he sat down on a nearby chair, only to rise again restlessly a moment later. His eyes darted around the room before he strode to his wardrobe and leaned his back against the wooden surface.
"You do know what an elixir is, right?" he asked, his voice distant but firm.
"Yes, it's like a drug or potion," Kaelith replied, squinting suspiciously. "So tell me, how does that involve me? And how did whoever you mentioned find out about me?"
