[Merlin only falters a little bit when he's tossed the vial. But once he has it, he grips it tight. He takes a peek through the glass to try and figure out the contents, but then decides maybe he'd be better off just putting it back on the shelf. He could've sworn it was peeking back at him.]
My guardian was a physician. I used to help him with such things, herbs and such. Perhaps I could help them.
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My guardian was a physician. I used to help him with such things, herbs and such. Perhaps I could help them.