User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-7562999-20170325225504

DL: "Hmm...perhaps there is a secret entrance somewhere...check the walls and floors."

DL begins feeling the walls.

Hawkwing canters over to the other wing of the mansion going into the lab. He rushes into the vault which has been left slightly ajar. He begins scanning the left side, looking for the brown potion...after a few minutes he finds it. He plucks it up and uncorks it. He sniffs it and retches. "Oh...that is gross."

Hawkwing holds his breath and downs half the Changeling Potion quickly. He recorks it and places the vial back on the shelf. The potion tastes like rubber and dirt. Hawkwing resists the instinct to vomit. He trots out of the vault while the concotion churns in his gut. He locates the helm and puts it on his head. He looks around. "Ruby?"