“Is that a superior miracle potion?” the healer asked, looking on in awe. “Greater,” Amos corrected. “Greater?” the team member being healed exclaimed. “Do you know what that’s worth?” Amos glanced at the man, his square brick of a face etched with disdain before turning back to the unconscious man. “Not as much as this,” he said and shoved the unconscious man’s mouth open with his fingers before pouring in the vial and then clamping the mouth shut with his hand.
