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"Please lead the way," Amery said with a slight mocking bow and raised eyebrow.

And he was rather grateful that antidotes for these potions existed, given the heat emanating from his front shoulder area, but was actually astounded that Healers literally went running about halls with open vials of potions and failing to watch where they were going. Merlin, if they all did that, it was a wonder the entire staff wasn't scalded from head to toe with burn marks.

Was this going to leave a burn? Amery hoped not, for then he'd have to stage some sort of duel or other painful means of recreating wounds on his chest in order to scar from something a bit less innocuous as accidentally spilled potions. But he digressed.

"Tell me, are there many casualties from your careless jaunts about the halls with open flasks?"