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For someone his size, Zorack could move incredibly quickly. He lept from his chair so quickly that it nearly broke. He scrambled on to the table just as the pot began to fully boil over. The girls turned, hugged each other, and closed their eyes, expecting the worst.

Zorak jumped off the table and landed right in front of them, placing himself between them and the cauldron just as a loud whooshing sound could be heard. A cloud of steam erupted from the sides of the cauldron as it burst.

It was so sudden and loud, that despite his reflexes, it's still caught Zorak off guard. The steam hit him first. His eyes and the skin of his face began to sting immediately. As his vision blurred, he realized that not only was the substance hot but seemed to be mildly acidic. He opened his mouth to cry out in pain when the boiling liquid hit him. Now his skin was absolutely on fire, and a fair amount of it got in his mouth. It wasn't the worst thing he had ever tasted, but it was close.

But still, enough of him remained coherent to not move or drop his arms. Whatever this stuff was, he knew he couldn't let it hit the girls. He could take this pain. He wasn't sure if they could.

And then, as quickly as it started, it was over. The pink liquid had put out the fire that the cauldron had been sitting on, and it had splashed over most of the front part of the workshop. Steam continued to rise from the spilled liquid.

He managed to take all this in before he fell to his knees and grabbed his face. He let out a strangled cry before he began to hack and wretch. As he started to rub at his stinging eyes, he to begin to spit furiously, worried by how much of that stuff he had swallowed. As he coughed, he heard movement behind him.

"Zorak, are you okay?" Anlin asked, the sound of her voice moving closer.

"Don't touch me," he shot back, more harshly than he meant. With an effort he calmed himself and said "Step back. The both of you. Don't touch any of this stuff." He was rewarded with the sound of shuffling feet moving away from him.

With an effort, he managed to stand. He shook his hands in front of him trying to get some of the excess liquid off and rubbed his eyes some more. They were still stinging terribly, but his vision was starting to clear. This is when he noticed his clothes where soaked in the strange liquid.

As he began to strip off his coat, he looked up and saw what was left of the cauldron. The large cast iron pot had burst outward and looked like a flower that had fully bloomed. But, miraculously, it all stayed in one piece. He said a silent prayer to the gods, knowing that if that thing had blown apart, the flying shrapnel would most likely have torn through him and hit the girls.

The thought was suddenly interrupted by the sound of Kora from behind him, "Zorak, catch."

On instinct, he dropped his sopping coat and caught what she had thrown to him. It appeared to be a large cloth. He let out a breath and started furiously wiping down his face and the other exposed parts of his body that got hit.

As he continued to wipe himself down, he wiped down his boots and untied them. After kicking the both of them off, he stood up and unlocked his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. He kicked both them and his coat a little ways away to join his shoes.

As he stepped away from the mess, he was only wearing his under shirt and long britches. He backed away from the mess at the end of the workshop and sat in a chair near the middle of the long table. He was too preoccupied with his current situation to notice the blushing looks shared between Kora and Anlin as they approached him wearing only his underclothes.

"Thank you," Anlin said weekly, "I'm so sorry." She looked at the floor and continued "Are you okay?"

"I've been better," he said trying to smile. He could see by the looks on their faces that the two girls felt terrible. "So what is that stuff?" he said pointing to the pink liquid now cooling on the floor.

"I have no idea," Kora said in exasperation. "Almost none of the bottles were labeled properly. For all we know, it's something that's never existed before."

"Well it certainly didn't taste great," Zorack said. "But I don't think it's a super strong acid or poison or I'd probably be in much worse shape than I am."

Anlin leaned down and looked at him seriously, "how do you feel?"

"My eyes and skin still sting," he said, "but they're starting to get better. Other than that, I think I'm okay."

"You said you got some in your mouth," Kora asked worriedly.

"Yeah," Zorack said, beginning to feel a tingling, warm feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Listen to me," Kora said "you need to let us know if you start to feel strange or different at all. Anlin and I are going to see if there's enough material left here to make a potion of cure poison. We're also going to try a couple of healing spells as well." She then looked at the ruined end of the workshop. "And once we're sure you're okay, we'll see what we can do to clean this up. But I personally plan to have a strong word with the alchemist who runs the shop."

As the two mages turned away to gather their supplies, Zorack began to feel that strange sensation in his stomach starting to spread. 'That can't be good,' he thought to himself. He knew he should say something to his friends, but they already looked worried enough. Besides, he thought confidently, it's just a little tingling. I can handle that.