Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves: The Road to Neverwinter

by Jaleigh Johnson

There were always sharpened spikes at the bottom of pits like these. They probably sold them in pit-trap mail-order kits.

Edgin sniffed the open bottle. A pleasant scent like cold cider on a warm fall day reached his nostrils. He took the bottle and drank. Almost immediately, warmth spread down his throat and out from his stomach to his entire body. The pain in his chest faded, and so did the weakness in his limbs.

He shot a quick glance at Simon, who looked like he was preparing a spell, but going by the expression on his face, he could also just be constipated.

We’re talking full-on theater-of-the-mind stuff.