As the potion slid down his throat, Jax felt his body jerk awake. The potion immediately woke him up and would keep him awake for who knew how long now.
He was sure he had more than a few hours, but beyond that he had no idea. It wasn't something for him to consider at this very moment either. There was danger before him.
The young man who stood by the gate had now brought out a bow and arrow. Jax didn't think the young man was a warrior himself, given the power of his fireball, but he still needed to be careful of the arrows.
He was himself a sorcerer who had been mistaken for a warrior just now, so he could very well be making that mistake as well.
"These two—they're your handiwork?" Jax asked the young man.
"Two?" the young man laughed. "You don't know half of it."