Alchemists of Talmuth whisper that this shimmering tonic was first brewed from the morning dew found atop a dragon’s abandoned hoard. Though the treasure was long gone, the air still pulsed with residual enchantment; the lingering echo of avarice and triumph.
Those who learned to distill that essence discovered a curious truth: the elixir does not create gold, but rather bends chance itself. Coins seem to glint brighter, purses weigh heavier, and rewards flow a little more freely to those whose ambitions burn steady but not greedy. Many an adventurer has sworn that fortune follows them a little closer with each sip.