Barly, gazing upon the water that separated him and his opponents grew nervous by his chances of a straight forward attack. With the thought of protection on his mind, the bald merchant quickly rummaged through his pack for another potion. He mumbled as he dug through, speaking under his breath, "Blasted magics." Barly quickly yanked a bright blue vial from his pack, drinking it back. He had carved the words "Shield brew" in crude letters into the thick glass to know which is which; he then fit it into his bag again. Barly eyed his opponents and drew his crossbow. He slipped poison onto the tip, hoping it would aid in the impact of the damage, though he was not sure of how helpful it could be.