- Three small glass potion bottles with removable cork stoppers
- Held securely in a leather pouch.
- Belt loops work with belts up to 2.5 Inches wide.
In all honesty, Cole should have seen this coming. The most recent apprentice, Oliver Meadows, wasn't exactly known for his hand-eye coordination and, as dedicated as he was, it was probably best if he had stayed with his younger sister and learned how to play the lute. Now here he was, holding a bloody cloth to his shoulder and regretting his life choices, hoping he'd still have both arms when he left the infirmary. The only upside to this ordeal was Evanore. Evanore was the pretty pink-haired nurse who always seemed to be around when Cole needed a cleric.
"You're staring again," an amused voice said. Cole blinked and chuckled, "Must be the bloodloss." Evanore smiled. Cole winced as she pulled back the cloth, examined the wound, and nodded her head. Tying the cloth tightly around his arm and rummaging though the drawer next to his cot, Evanore pulled out a needle and thread. She then opened the brown pouch at her side, pulled out one of three small potions, and handed him a small vial containing a multi-shades-of-green liquid.
"Here, this will help dull the pain when I have to stitch the cut closed," she told him with a flicker of pity crossing her face. "Fair warning, this is going to hurt like a banshee's scream."
Cole sighed.. He didn't get paid enough.