As a ranger, there was only one potion there was would have provided Ty with an tangible benefit: the frog potion. Growing his muscles or body in general wasn't going to help, but gaining the maneuverability of a frog might actually allow him to go one-v.-whatever when it came time to fight the village. Uncorking the bottle, a smell of stagnant water (even more than the gunk he was currently hiding in) wafted into his nose. Ty hesitated for a moment before tilting his head back and gargling the mixture down. The gooey, mud-like mixture slid down his throat with surprising ease. It warmed his belly to the touch and it only took a moment before that feeling radiated to the rest of the limbs.
That's when the cramps kicked in: strong, pulsing ones that felt like a donkey kicking him square in the chest. A change was rapidly taking hold, as...