Yes

A wooden ladle rest within, practically begging you to drink. You give the mixture a swirl, the bubbling concoction renewing its vile smell. This time you do gag, but you suppress it well. You pull up the ladle and bring it to your mouth, eyeing it suspiciously. After looking at it for a moment to make sure there was nothing alive in it, you press it to your lips and close your eyes, doing your best to ignore the awful taste. You pinch your nose and swallow, feeling the slime inch down your throat.

A few moments pass and nothing changes. The silence and darkness of the room presses down on you from all sides as you wait for any hint of a change. _Maybe I didn't drink enough? _You take a few more small sips, trying to avoid letting your tongue taste it. Still nothing. Wait, nothing? You suddenly realize that the chanting from the other room had stopped. You quickly unsheathe your short sword as you heard footsteps fading away, first across wood then soon across dirt.

You charge into the next room, splintering the door as you do. A circle of candles inhabit the otherwise empty room. An open doorway reveals the outside world, where in the distance you see a figure sprinting away tailed by a dark shadow. _FUCK! He must have heard me inside. I'll never get that reward now... _You step outside into the fading light, but for some reason you feel oddly calm... and tired.

Maybe I should just rest here, he's probably not coming back if he's running from me that fast. You lean up against a tree as your head grows heavier and heavier. You collapse and moments after your mind drifts to sleep.