William sighed. It had been such a clean escape, too. "Something may have fallen into my pocket while we were searching your storeroom," he admitted grudgingly. "Which I still have in my possession and can return, if you think it will help. There were potions already made up when Jon and I entered, so if you suspect anything was sabotaged, they might be a good place to start."
He was not at all keen on returning them, but he supposed in the grand scheme of things, it would probably be best for all of them if he did. "Six clear phials?" he prompted, mourning their loss already. "Labeled - unhelpfully, I might add - with punctuation marks?"