Chapter 88
After a half hour of questions, getting prodded, examined, and overall harassed, Dr. Mustache came to the conclusion that I had imbibed an aphrodisiac. Aphrodisiacs were illegal to import and own in the country. That would imply that they're also illegal to sell. But, however, if a particularly clever water magician was able to figure out how to manufacture it...it explained a lot.
"And this fruity taste," he said. "That's a good sign there. One of the most common aphrodisiac is sweet, with a taste like unto strawberries. He probably examined it until he was able to get the properties down, one of which included the taste."
I wanted to dive into a hole and die.
Still in his blood and sweat stained shirt, Roman left only when I'd swallowed some pain killers for the headache and walked me back to my room, shooting me concerned looks.
"Again, I doubt you did anything to him," he said.
"How do you know?"