Chapter 15. Preparation for the Battle of Skulls

Asrian’s POV

I led him to my sleeping quarter’s which was a mattress of worn out broken straws, cracked walls, cobwebs, and spiders parading littered the corner, and a heavy slab of stone that served as my bed for now.

“You turned lemons into lemonades impressive,” he says in his stammerer speaking manner.

I handed him a mug of sour wine and he waved it off.

“I brought the poison.” His hands went under his cloak and slowly retrieved a black bottle with a red cork at the top as he held it on display. My gaze was fixed on the bottle that had one of the deadliest poisons in the world.

“How did you get this so fast? It’s hard getting it.” I express surprise keeping my overexcitement to a minimum level not to get easily carried away while I remind myself mentally of my next line of action to gain victory.

“Hahahaha…” He burst into an unhealthy laughter with his chest moving up and down in a crazy burst. “You underestimate me a lot Asrian. I sent spies