Knights of Tezoth

Lifting a small, neatly crafted glass vial from the shelf, the girl poured its contents into a crystal goblet, thoughtfully swirled the red liquid, and took a modest sip.

With a slight tingling, burns and scrapes hissed and closed up right before one's eyes. The bandages revealed clean, pale skin, her battered face smoothed out and once again shone with a lunar coolness. The consequences of devoured olives and desserts burned away without harming her waistline. Hereditary ailments and other afflictions she couldn't even suspect had once again retreated beyond the edge of existence.