What wonderful manners! The men are indeed pleased, and they are happy to share a drink with him. The potion tastes herbal, if sulphurous — acidic on the tongue. It feels cold as it coats the insides, a chill that spreads throughout the body and sedates the limbs. Its effects will wane over the next 48-72h, but for now, Xiao Xingchen will struggle with his natural energy feeling drained, while his senses (hearing, taste) sharpen. He will have the dubious pleasure of experiencing a simulation of sight again — as if he were possessed of artificial orbs.

His strength and speed will increase, while his patience and sympathy will lessen. You can choose what else he gets up to over the night's span — but the men will direct (and join) him to stalk down three of Unhalad's undead that crawl around the city and slaughter them, amputating one of their arms.

He will be given a crassly forged pin that vaguely resembles a birch tree and told to ask for Gorm the miner, should he wish to attend a new meeting. And why wouldn't he? What a merry group of friends he's made.