The crimson liquid swirled around in the vial with Raphtalia keeping her eyes firmly on the stopper- the cork her friend and enemy all in one. It was currently the only thing allowing the racoon-eared woman from moving across the table and forcing it down the throat of her ‘friend’ Malty S Melromarc, better known by royal decree as ‘Bitch’, who was currently gorging herself on the delicious soup of the local tavern. Yet that stopper was also overt enough that the former p