Raz took the bottle that was sitting on the ground and he took a sip of what was left in it, "Hmm, no wonder she had hallucinations, this stuff Draconian Ale, or at least tastes like it, but you put too much magic in it and not enough normal herbs in, remember, you have to account for who you'll be using it on.", the doctor stood up and looked at Ibi, "Next time sir, I'd recommend a less painful insertion of iron to your blood stream.", and then puffed away is a puff of grey smoke, "...just saying~", "Cheeky ass bugger, anyway, the doctor means well, he's just, very sarcastic."