First there’s a tightness in the chest, a vague sense of itching, then your throat constricts so slightly that you don’t notice, until breathing becomes a labor and the gasping starts. Exertion makes it worse, and you fear sudden heroics that could leave you flopping on the ground like a fish out of water. As one drinks the viscous brown fluid in this vial, the magic seeps into the airway as it passes, forcing it to open and allowing the easy flow of oxygen into the lungs once more. This information is helpfully scribbled on a glued patch of papyrus that hangs haphazardly on the glass vial.
