"Flogga, have you by any chance created new potions?" I asked.
She had already made two items that were honestly game-changing for the clan:
Brawn Juice, which boosted strength for five minutes and turned any goblin into a temporary powerhouse, and Evil Ball, an alchemical sphere that burst into a choking, eye-watering cloud the moment it hit something.
Both had already proven their worth, so I couldn't help hoping she had something else up her sleeve.
"Of course," Flogga said in that matter-of-fact tone she always used when excellence was expected of her.
She pushed herself to her feet, joints cracking softly, and moved toward the nearest stone shelf carved directly into the hut's wall.
This particular shelf sat closest to the firepit, warmed just enough to keep finished brews from settling or spoiling.
She bent slightly, her voice lowering to a quiet mutter as she shifted jars and small bowls aside.
