[Santa catches the bag. He knows how it works, having mastered the Santa Claus class as well. Potions? Nah, while the loin-clothed fashion disaster is distracted by the others, Santa rifles through the bag for something combustible. He's no alchemist, but he's got enough knowledge to put together a small bomb if he can find the right materials.]
Doin' great, guys. [He calls out distractedly, not even bothering to look up from his work. He'll toss out potions if he hears any bones crack or bloodcurdling screams.]
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Doin' great, guys. [He calls out distractedly, not even bothering to look up from his work. He'll toss out potions if he hears any bones crack or bloodcurdling screams.]