Should I dissapear from the face of this world, no one would be able to listen to my story – I’ll forever be known as a disloyal deceitful potioneer, not the great man I once was.

The thought of perfume makers reminded me of how they extracted various scents and turn them into concentrate which gave it a stronger smell.

To be honest, the worst part of about being framed for this whole ordeal is not leaving the castle but having my reputation as a potionmaker tainted! Hell if I wanted to kill the king through poison, I would’ve been able to do so in a single whiff of the wine!