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Log date: 3/25, Morning

Formula ID: Fortificant Tonic

Test/Batch #: Voluntary in-field test no. 176

Intended Outcome/Effect: Not applicable, but ideally positive

Subject: Errol Gilt, Aarakocra, sentient (by certain definitions)

Pre-deployment Observations: In the brief hours I have experienced since reuniting with the Aarakocra known as Errol, he has managed to become embroiled in the dealings of the Dudebros clan and has been challenged to a duel by Riot, known as The Dazzling Cacophony, a warlock seemingly in their fold. His death appears imminent, which, while of course regrettable, presents an opportunity to test my latest solution’s ability to perhaps delay that death, at least momentarily. More to follow.

Post-deployment Observations: He drank it immediately. The idiot bird drank my beautiful concoction the instant I handed it to him. I had not even a moment to tell him he should wait until the duel begins. Usually subjects are far more suspicious and at least wait a moment to ask what they’re holding before imbibing. My attempts to collect empirical in-combat data have been foiled. The gossamer-thin silver-lining I have found resides in a hardened molted feather and the revolting remains of a regurgitated chicken-bone I have recovered from the scene. I hope only that they prove more useful than my former classmate.

Log date: 3/25, Noon

Formula ID: Fortificant Tonic

Test/Batch No.: Voluntary in-field test no. 177

Intended Outcome/Effect: Strictly-speaking, keeping my new employer alive

Subject: Fletcher Gilt, Satyr, strangely-comforting demeanor, warrants further observation.

Pre-deployment Observations: Fortune smiles upon me once more, as Captain Gilt has offered to fight in the duel in the stead of Errol, whom I’m informed is his adopted son. I might have advised against such an arrangement considering the Aarakocra’s propensity for hurtling directly into certain doom, but one must suppose they have survived to this point and will potentially continue to do so. This presents another fortunate opportunity. The Captain has been given one single-dose vial of tonic and has, to my great thanks and appreciation, elected to hold on to it until the duel begins. It’s such a relief to work with a professional.

Post-deployment Observations: The effect was, let us say; “underwhelming”. Upon imbibing, the Captain appeared perhaps lighter on his feet, though no other visible effects were observed. In fairness to him, he was deeply-outmatched by a clearly-superior* magic-user. I hope he didn’t hear me scoff when he attempted to cast a net over his opponent as if she were a fish.

*Footnote: “Superior” is a word used here to describe that the warlock is a magic-user and the Captain is very clearly not.