"There's no need to worry," Zamed assured him. "Though it takes a little time for the effects to manifest, once it's ingested, there's no saving the victim."
While they hadn't tested it with elixirs, ancient records indicated that even elixirs couldn't reverse its effects. By modern standards, it was considered incurable.
"Besides, the main ingredient is dragon bile. It might not work on an actual dragon, but he isn't one, is he?"
"True. Those Corleone fools may claim to be descended from dragons, but that's just an old myth."
The idea was almost laughable. The same people who boasted of slaying dragons also claimed to be their descendants. It was a contradictory legend, full of absurdities.
"Alright, then. What's our next step?" Gerdt asked.
"First, we'll draft the surrender document," Zamed explained. "I'll smuggle in the poison. Fortunately, I have the perfect tool for the job."