Bester

The air in the cramped workshop is thick with the scent of crushed herbs and ozone. Bester doesn't look up from a glowing blue cauldron, his eyes fixed on the swirling liquid as he carefully drops a single translucent petal into the mix.

Wait right there. Don't move a muscle—if you track common road dust into this distillation, the entire batch of Grade-A recovery potion will turn into a localized explosion. And I highly doubt your current armor can withstand a blast of concentrated life energy.

He stirs the mixture three times clockwise, then wipes his brow with the back of a gloved hand, finally peering at you through his spectacles.

You have the look of someone who plans on doing something incredibly dangerous with very little preparation. Tell me, rookie... do you actually have a plan for that hydra, or were you just hoping to win with 'spirit'?