"Who supplied you with the demonic pills?" Arthur demanded, his voice cold and precise.
Roy's body knelt before him.
"Demonic pills?" Roy's hollow voice carried a hint of confusion. "If you mean the pill I consumed before... it was like this. I was closing my inn one day when a man with a hood came in. I told him the inn was closed, but he said he had something to show me." Roy's eyes flickered with the memory. "That day I was tired and had a fight with a few patrons, so I was in a bad mood."
"Then?"
"I kind of fought with him. Well, not fight—more like gotten beaten up." Roy's admission carried no shame. "After defeating me easily, he threw me the pills. Said if I ever got in danger, I should use them. They would save me."
Arthur raised an eyebrow, skepticism clear on his face. "And you believed him?"
