Remiel strolled into the village commons, to see what was going on. "Oh, so it was you I have to thank for saving me?" he asked Ryven. "I thought I felt something snacking on my liver last night, but I assumed I was just dreaming of Trieste being aggressively amorous again. God bless you, sir. God bless you and your wonderful revitalizing miracle tonic. I feel a new man!" He stroked his curled, waxed mustache. "I can lift a 50-lb bar-bell with one hand! Capital. Smashing! I'll show them what for!"
Then his smile faded, and his expression turned serious. "Of course, this means that I'm now doubly
suspicious of Valerian. I highly recommend that our fellow villagers keep a very
close eye on her activities from now on.
"But, as I owe you a debt of gratitude, I shall add my vote to yours. Eden
shall dance the hempen fandango."