Divine Journey

"Am I in the underworld? Why are the walls so gray here? And why does my head hurt so much?" - thought Reynold as he sat up. Half-sitting, he looked around, and the attention of the battle mage was immediately drawn to a table covered with glasses filled with light blue liquid. "Ah yes, the potion, a bad dream. That's what it was!" Seeing the elf next to the table, Trast quietly turned to her: "I wouldn't advise drinking that, it's more trouble than it's worth." A few seconds later, he noticed the others. Squinting with his one eye, Reynold, who still didn't quite believe in this reality, greeted his fellow unfortunates: "Oh, so you made it out without our help? How?" "And you can trust him, as long as he doesn't do anything dangerous. Well, dangerous for us," Trast smiled weakly.