Zog stared curiously at the huge liquid fermentation tank. A window on its side allowed for a perfect view of the situation inside.
Giant mixing blades pushed the viscous, bright red liquid, blending and fermenting it, causing wave after wave of gurgling bubbles to rise.
It was mesmerizing. Truly mesmerizing.
He'd been watching for half an hour.
Who doesn't love watching heavy machinery at work? He used to be able to spend a whole day at a construction site just watching an excavator dig.
Bulldozers were good too, but not tower cranes. They were too slender and didn't look as awesome as the others.
"Here's the Healing Potion you wanted." Elsa handed the freshly bottled potion to Zog.
Of course, he wasn't injured. And even if he were, drinking a Healing Potion wouldn't be very effective for him; his natural recovery was several times faster than the potion.
