"Richard, you still have the character of a battlefield," Bob said, picking up his cigar and taking a puff, slowly exhaling. Behind the smoke, Bob's gaze seemed uncertain.
Richard frowned again.
He waved his hand, and the Wind Element in the room gathered the smoke into one place.
"Bob, I think we should talk another time," Richard suggested. "The Zealot Leaf in that cigar is messing with your brain."
What Bob held in his hand was the cigar he had passed to Richard, only his had a special additive.
Richard took a whiff of the smoke and realized the concentration of Zealot Leaf in Bob's cigar was at least five times that of the regular one, an amount that would create intense hallucinogenic effects even in a Wizard.
Richard even began to doubt whether the Nine Star Chamber of Commerce was actually holding an auction.
After all, considering Bob's current state, it seemed like he had been smoking those cigars for quite a long time.
