Ashten stumbled back as Tarin scolded him, and took yet another step as sirens stepped through the front door. Instantly their magic assaulted him, causing the potion to get a firmer grip, making him visibly sag, but that could have easily been a bodily expression. His hand went to his sword, but his reaction time was laughable, they had already been dispatched and someone else was yelling at him, though he didn't catch the words, they were slowed beyond comprehension to his befuddled mind. He tried to defend himself and noticed he had still drawn his sword, despite the passed danger.
"L-look... I... I am........" He realized he wasn't going to be able to spit it all out. "Po... tion....... makes.... me sleep............" His voice was horribly slurred. He desperately tried to refer to his bag, but his arms were as lead and rope. The world tipped before him, vibrating slightly as it all went dark. He was out of the moons gaze so naturally the potion had taken it's originally intended effect.
_________________ Anything is Possible... And Yet, Nothing is Probable.
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