It's been a while since the white-haired magician behaved strangely.

Asra is giving you the cold shoulder more frequently, and he has been way too silent lately.

As you carried a few potions around in Asra's office to group them, you felt a slight pinch on the side of your neck and something warm push up against your lower back.

As Asra begins to inject his intoxicating fluid into your veins, you drop the potions, shattering them on the ground.