"I'm baaack," Gunther called out as he strolled into Theodores quarters. "And guess what I have~"
"Oh, god." The aged man shut the journal and turned to face Gunther. "What is it now, squire?" asked Theodore with a tired sigh from his stop on the chair/
"I can make Jane love you!"
"Shhh!" Theodore stood up and closed the wooden door. "What do you mean?"
"I went to see the wizard, he and I are very good friends, and he gave me this to help you." Gunther held a glass veil proudly in the air. Red liquid sloshed around inside it.
"And what is...that?"
"Oldness-be-gone! Well, I truly do not know, but that is what it does. Here, drink it!" The raven stepped forward and open the container, aiming for Theodores mouth.
"Get that away from me!" Theodore barely avoided a black eye from the thing. "I don't need any help. And last time I drank something like that, I ended up as a knight in this kingdom. I regret that day..." Theodore looked up. "I said, get that away from me! I wish not to die any sooner."
"Eh, you're half dead already. Drink it!" Gunther whined. "You have no idea what it took to get this!"
"Oh, but I thought you two were really good friends."
"Thats the problem," Gunther gritted through his teeth. "Drink it, unless you want me to tell Jane about your pedophilia."
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, I would." Gunther looked out the window. "Look, there goes Ja-"
Theodore drank the liquid in a second.
"Wow. I never tought you would believe that Jane was outside. Heh. She's out in the village, old man." Gunther smirked and proceeded to leave the room, where an astonished Theodore still stood, mouth agape. "By the way, enjoy your last day as an old hag, that thing erases your memories. Write down what you want to know before its too late. Time to meet the twenty year old Theo..."