Lirash smiled as they went to sleep, one by one. The treant frowned when he saw that Bjorn did not drink his. It was a perfectly nice healing potion. It shouldn't go to waste. Lirash scowled when he saw Bjorn tip his cup, emptying its contents onto the ground.
"Why you don't drink? Potion good for you, make you feel nice. Sleep only last hour or two." Lirash told the warrior.
Bjorn stared at the treant and shrugged. "I didn't know it'd put us all to sleep. I don't mean to be rude, but I am very wary of alchemists." Bjorn glanced at Rhukaa. He didn't like the warlock, but that look had meant something. It was important. Bjorn was supposed to keep watch.
Lirash frowned. No one had ever refused one of his concoctions before. He was insulted to think that someone couldn't trust him when he had invited them all into his camp. Maybe Bjorn was just afraid to sleep in Felwood because of the demons. "You scared of demons? They no enter camp. They no touch you either, you smell like demon piss. Demons stay away from others piss. Mark of territory."
Bjorn raised an eyebrow. That explained why no demons approached them on their way north. He never would have guessed that there was such a simple way to repel demons. He made a note in his mind to tell the others when they woke. Bjorn didn't respond to the treant and instead, watched over his friends. He didn't need sleep as much as they did. Tyran was beaten to a pulp and the magic users needed their magic. He just had a torn arm and a body of bruises. Not bad for fighting a demon legion.
Lirash was miffed about the warrior's silence. Stubborn as a bull. Lirash smiled at his joke. Stubborn as a bull. The treant sighed, the stupid Tauren was not going to listen to him and he couldn't force him to drink. Lirash went to his gardens, which were conveniently placed right next to his camp, and started picking vegetables to make a meal for his guests when they woke up.
The companions woke up just an hour later to see the treant cooking some food over his fire. Rhukaa and Bjorn exchanged another look and the warrior nodded. Rhukaa looked at the treant. He had noticed the sleep potion Lirash had created and handed out to each of them. He didn't tell the group it would put them all to sleep. Rhukaa had suspected foul play but here they were, all alive. The warlock had put Bjorn on watch, seeing that he didn't want to drink the potion in the first place. If the treant was hostile, Bjorn would have seen it.
"You all have good sleep? I make food for you. Very good, come from garden. You all very hungry." The treant said to the group when he saw they were awake.
"Best sleep in ages, Lirash," Tyran responded. He turned to his friends. "I can't believe we met up again! I wanted to go back and search for you but Lirash wouldn't let me. I tried to escape once but I kind of passed out. I lost so much blood. Anyways, I feel better than ever, I can't wait to face Lp."
Ylanna woke to Tyran's words and smiled. Hope was not lost. The plan was back on track. Now that everyone was back in good condition, their quest could continue and Rehck would be saved in no time. Her mother too, and all of Orgrimmar.
Lirash finished cooking and passed out a wooden plate to each of his guests. He gave each a serving. There were tomatoes, lettuce, cabbage and carrots. Rhukaa took his and considered it. While Lirash was turned from him, giving someone else their food, he took out a bag of powder. The alchemist sprinkled his food with the the clear powder and mixed it around. Nothing happened. The food wasn't poisoned.
Having basically accused Lirash of foul play before, Rhukaa felt doubly guilty. The food was clean, Lirash was a friend. Rhukaa looked up from his food to discover Bjorn staring at him. The Undead nodded and gave a thumbs up. He smiled, at least there was someone else in the group looking out for their health.
The meal was delicious. Lirash cooked better than Gnell had and his meal was probably the best thing any of them had eaten during the entire journey. It was finished quickly, however, because the group had to get going.
Tyran was the first to suggest leaving. "Time to go! Moonglade awaits."
Lirash raised an eyebrow. "You leave so soon? Why go to Moonglade? I go to Moonglade with you, family at Moonglade. I show you way. You go through Furbolg cave. You have to be nice to Furbolg King or you no enter Moonglade. He picky man."
Shei got done with her food and stood up. She felt much better after the healing sleep the potion had induced. She wouldn't have drank the potion out of sheer principle, but Rhukaa said it wasn't poisonous. "Let's start then. It's still day, do you think we can get out of Felwood by sunset?"
Bjorn smiled crookedly and answered, "Turns out, demons don't like demon piss. We wreak of it, we should be safe. Let's just get out of here. Lirash can show us the way." Bjorn had suspected the treant at first but he had had two opportunities to poison them all and had used neither. Travel would be faster with a guide.
Lirash nodded and started heading in a direction. The others finished up their meals quickly and followed him. The fact about demon excretion didn't bother them in the least. With the stench of Felwood, one hardly noticed the subtle smell of demonic waste.