There have been attacks here in the past. I arrived nearly a year ago, directly to the aftermath of a particularly bloody incident. I've made it a point to be prepared since.

[He idly takes a potion, pops the cork and gives it a sniff- and instantly reels from the smell. Handing that back to the wizard.]

This one has gone bad, dump it out. [Seeing the man do nothing while he tries to process the sheer audacity of these two gets Vil's attention before he returns tot he conversation.] Did I stutter? Go on. Shoo.