Tiaral

Having brewed everything she could, Ilza brought 6 potions of healing and 2 elixirs of life to headquarters and took the Naliar extract. She kept the truth serum and love elixir for herself, just in case, even though she couldn't yet imagine how they might be useful. Meanwhile, the others returned.
-- Here, take this. I just brewed it, and I also brought some from the common stock.
-- I wish you had brewed some meat... -- Torir said dreamily.
-- You just want to eat, -- Sigurd chuckled.
-- I haven't eaten in two days, what's so strange about that? Okay, how are we going to divide it?
-- I'm not drinking that. I'll just get poisoned, and besides, I don't like magic... Ugh.
-- Torir, you drink the "elixir of life," -- Asmund said. -- I actually doubt it works. I drank it once, but I didn't notice any changes.
-- Oh, okay. -- Torir took the vial, sniffed it, looked at it suspiciously, closed his eyes, and drank it, making a face. Asmund and Ilza laughed.
-- Give me the Naliar potion, -- Asmund said, and with a practiced gesture, he drained the flask. -- Okay, I'm going to deal with our first task.