The air in the midnight swamp gradually cooled, dropping to its lowest point of the day. The wind blowing through the hollows had grown much cooler.
Velin handed a small bottle of pale green liquid to Ola.
"Glimmer Potion. Hold it under your tongue, and for the next hour, your vision will be as sharp as a cat's."
Ola Stonebeard took the vial, its delicate form dwarfed by his thick fingers.
He pulled the cork and poured the potion into his mouth. A bitter, metallic taste immediately filled it.
The darkness before him faded away, and the world transformed into a black-and-white sketch of sharp, distinct lines.
But the nagging feeling that something was wrong grew stronger.
