"Poison?" he inquired of the merchant woman. She gave a dark chuckle, her inhuman green eyes glinting. "This is not poison, boy. This is a love cure." He frowned, a sick feeling twisting his gut. "Why would anyone want to cure love?" Again, that chuckle. "So young, so innocent and naive. I will give this to you, free of charge. You will need it one day." Dazed and confused, he pocketed the vial of green liquid and strode away, the merchant woman's words echoing through his mind."