Its story
This slender vial holds milky liquid that glints red only when turned toward the light. A single crimson filament drifts through it like a vein beneath ice. The glass chills the fingers, and the liquid smells faintly of rain on old stone.
Lore
Those who trade in the Pale Accord's mysteries speak of names as burdens that bind the self to pain. This draught offers a brief reprieve from injury, while taking the drinker's name from memory for a little while.
History
The potion was found in a sealed field kit after a Pale Accord gathering dispersed without leaving names or records. Since then, a few have passed between healers who prize its restorative power and warn each other not to ask the drinker who they are afterward.
