Finally, the brutal training day for Leo ended with a nice warm supper and a special medicinal bath prepared by Ben with secret ingredients.
As Leo approached the barrel that Ben had prepared for him, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise and a hint of apprehension.
By now, he had reached his threshold for pain tolerance, his body was winded, bruised, punctured and ached like hell which made him less enthusiastic about turning into human stew.
The barrel prepared by Ben for him was filled to the brim with a liquid that was a dirty green in color, its surface emitting a faint mist in the cool evening air.
The odor that wafted from it was complex, a mixture of earth, a hint of sulfur, and an array of scents from the myriad of secret herbs Ben had collected.
The consistency of the liquid seemed thick, almost viscous, as if the water itself had been transformed into a healing potion.
