Take a Drink, and Something Physical Happens

You gratefully take the flask, and appreciate the ornate design inlay. You tip the flask back and are not surprised to taste the fiery liquid of a fine liqueur. It burns like a black rum, even though the liquid is nearly clear. It tingles across your body and you immediately find a heavy relaxation falling over your chest like a warm blanket. You smile and take another sip, failing to realize the predatory grin on the witches face.

"This... is amazing." You stammer lazily. It burns in your belly like a furnace, as if the liquid is coating your entire insides. It washes away the aches of riding the hard wooden booth, and the fatigue of walking half the day, and even nips away the cold that had begun to seep in.

"You may drink as much as you like. I can create as much as I have need." She offers graciously. You raise an eyebrow as you take another sip.

"It is a magical decoction," she explains. "The essence of certain spirits."

"I don't think I'd drink anything else if I could create this..." You take a deep breath and sigh. It's more labored than you anticipated, and you realize with some worry that it seemed more bidden than voluntary, as if your body was fighting a sickness. But you felt so wonderful, and your eyelids so heavy.

"Perhaps., I should stop I... already feel the strength of it." You utter deliberately with lethargic words.

"You're nearly half done anyway. You should enjoy it. I would delight to see how you turn out."

You lazily raise the flask to your lips, but refrain... "No..." you begin, "something's not right." You drop the flask, and raise a hand to your head. She hisses at you and quickly grasps at the flask, sighing in relief that nothing had spilled. "This doesn't feel like ****." Your head is swimming, and the world seems to be moving both quickly and very slow at the same time. Your mind feels quicker, but you cannot make sense of everything around you.

"My dear... It is not ****... it is a spirit, or multiple spirits. The actual living essence of an animal to be true." She looks down at your now prone form appraisingly "Things will only get worse if you do not finish the spirits and your night may be very long and uncomfortable. "

She offers you the flask again and bids you drink.