Taking any of these potions blind was going to be risky, but Ty felt he could at least tell the meaning behind most of them: the cow would transform him into a cow, the balloon might very well inflate him, to name a few. The only ones he couldn't seem to figure out were the number ones and it was perhaps this mystery that drew him to them. It could have been any of the four numbers, but as fate would have it, Ty ultimately went with the one labeled "½".
The sky-blue concoction fizzed as he popped off the cork. A harsh aroma oozed from the opening, warning him against further action, but worried for Steph, he pressed on. No stranger to shotgunning foul liquors, Ty tilted his head back and guzzled down the mixture in a few painful seconds. It didn't take long for the change to begin; what started as a tingling in his belly soon spread to a tingling in his arms and legs. That tingling quickly evolved into a crackling, burning pain severe enough to bring him to his knees. His bones snapped and joints bent as he passed quickly into unconsciousness.
He awoke a few minutes later, only to find himself covered in some kind of blanket? Crawling out from beneath the fabric, Ty was horrified to find it wasn't a blanket at all, it was his own clothes! He had been shrunken down and judging by his height compared to a nearby chair, he had lost half of it. He was only two and a half feet tall. The change had left him nude and weakened, but Sorhafe's skill with a bow meant that he could still knock and draw an arrow as he did before. Further, the nearby Goblin Garments would provide him with some new digs, despite their foul odor.
True to the logbook's word, the trap was not triggered as he approached the door. Armed and dressed, Ty was ready to go save his friend, but he gave one last glance at the wall of potions. Was it not better to stay and try to transform himself into something a little more battle ready? Or was it truly better to find his friend as soon as possible?