Sleepy Fox Hollow peitsche

"Oh, that one. That appeared... yesterday? I don't recall. Really," Elfie shrugged, then crawled away from Mahler, got to his feet and shook his coat thoroughly. 

But Mahler did not seem interested anymore in further explanations, therefore Elfie watched him go through his apothecary box, smell of dried herbs wafting around him, and looked distrustfully at the proposed cure. It did not smell any nicer than the previous vile stuff, but all things considered Elfie was willing to try anything, if it meant that the headaches would stop. 

"Okay, thanks," he picked it up, ate it quickly and swallowed, scrunching his nose, because the taste was not great at all. "I will go find Maegi now, thank you, Mahler, and see you tomorrow?" he was ready to go, if the leader let him to do so.