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Draconis's ears perked at this.
"That should liven things up a bit. I spend a lot of time around the dead and I have to say the lot of you are far less interesting than a cooling corpse. Besides, aside from my time on Sendo, I'm not used to going this long without blood on my hands."
It also occurred to him that it'd been nearly 4 months since he'd been on top of Mount Sendo and just as long since he'd had a drink.
"Since that god forsaken valley doesn't seem to be getting any closer, I'm going to use my power of time travel."
Looking around, he saw everyone looking at him in amazement and wonder.
"Well, it does only work for the person taking the potion, but....[pulling a jug from his jacket] this grain alcohol should be enough for me to time travel at least 2 hours into the future. Provided I don't pass out on the side of the road, I may even manage to teleport."
After letting the joke sink in for a second or two, Draconis let out a hearty laugh and started chugging out of the jug.
"What? No one else wants a pull?"
Draconis put the jug back under his duster, fully content with the burning sensation in his throat and the fire slowly building in his stomach.
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STEVE MCKENNA!
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