"Don't freak out, Beautiful. Don't worry; it's not poison. It's Weak Bones Elixir. It will only weaken you." The bearded man smiled menacingly.

Megan was struck in a stupor, and she was at a loss for words.

'Weak Bones Elixir?'

'What a mess!'

Darryl scowled. The bearded man must have been a mental patient who had just escaped the mental hospital and talked gibberish.

"Hey, brat! Did you f*cking follow me? What the hell do you want? I sell vases, and you paid for them. Why did you follow me?