The Perfect Body

"Oh, what a surprise. Three of you weren't complete idiots." Eiro said with a genuinely interested tone in his voice, "But well, that matters quite little. It should still seep into your skin rather soon. You should already feel a tingling all over the place."

The three people in front of Eiro were all people that had been enslaved by the boss of this place. It seemed like either the boss was only able to give commands like that to three people at once, or these three were especially important to the boss somehow. 

Either way, it mattered quite little as Eiro slowly started to step forward. He pulled the dagger that he had placed onto the sheath by his hip, as he had one in his treasury and had to keep the second one, the one with the hollow core that Eiro could fill with water or poison if he wanted to, and then quickly ran forward toward the first of the three people that were still standing.