Yes, and listen to hear what he has to say.

“Finally.” The sergeant mutters to himself. “Alright, send the messenger down.”

The outside door opens and the flood of light and fresh air is a pleasant change. A figure in a crimson, purple and gold hooded robe descends down the stairs. You immediately recognize him as a member of the royal apothecary guild, but why he is here you cannot guess.

The apothecary approaches the sergeant and produces a large crystal flask filled with some strange pink and purple liquid and gives it to him. He instructs the sergeant that the judge has ordered the prisoner to drink it. The liquid is very costly and not a drop should be wasted.

The sergeant takes the flask and is clearly not pleased by the delay but cannot ignore a direct order. He walks over to you and commands. “Drink this cunt. I will go slowly so don’t spill any of it, or else.”