Take one of the potions

You gently lift the meaty arm Zakrog has cradling your shoulder and slip out from beneath him. He snorts and shifts on the cushions, but does not wake. You can hear the voices of his guards approaching the tent. You have only moments to spare.

Still naked, you pad across the tent decorated with pillows and furs and stand before the large alchemical workbench. You will only have time to drink a swig of one of the potions before the guards enter.

The red potion is large and full of bubbles that cling to the side of the stoppered glass bottle. It is warm to the touch.

The yellow one has a decidedly unnatural color. It is in a vial rather than a bottle and seems to be thicker than the other two liquids.

The blue potion is creamy and opaque. The color of the potion reminds you of the one Zakrog traded for you in the auction.

The text on this and the others is in the goblin language and you cannot understand. The guards are right outside the tent now. You must decide!