[ Don't kill the donkeys? Of everything in that sentence, that's the thing Felix finds most irritating. He scowls at the animals, trying to think of non-lethal ways to take them out. Suffice to say it's not his forte. ]
Potion recipe…
[ Muttered irritably under his breath. This fucking place. ]
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Potion recipe…
[ Muttered irritably under his breath. This fucking place. ]
All right, fine. What's the recipe?