Stamina Potion

Mood: A weary traveler draws a vibrant emerald potion from his pack. He raises it to his lips and his energy returns, strengthening him for the remaining trek.  Smells like: Crisp green apple, clover, and herbs sliced with a silver blade. ---------- The morning dawns clear and cold on the adventuring party, dew clinging to their bedrolls and dampening the earth. The burly fighter kicks out the few remaining coals from their campfire as the archer checks her pack and ensures they are ready for the next leg of their journey. The mage sits, eyes closed, deep in thought. His preparation is of mind and spirit, not the physical realm. The green land rolls out before them, a fertile valley with a swift river running through it. A few scattered farms flank the waters, peaceful and prosperous. The view quickens their steps. If this realm is to remain safe, they must complete their quest. If not, all is lost. Their path winds through a grove of trees, leaves green and with glistening fru