You pour out your pack onto the ground, he looks at the two golden scales and nods as if impressed. He Brushes everything aside but the five potions you carry.
Slowly he begins to poke them with a mighty claw, causing each one to pop and shatter as he crushes them until there is only one left. He points at it.
"Every Adventurer carries these, but they are only fun when there is only one."
Before you can protest, move or even think that same claw that popped the potions spears all the way through your right leg, making you let out a scream in pain. That makes him grin in earnest. He pulls it out and blood begins to pour from the would. It is a lot of blood, you could pass out before long, but the potion could heal it, but it would take the whole potion poured on the wound.
You start to reach for it as a reflex, but before you can you feel his claw rake across your face. It's expertly placed as if he has played this game before. The cut on your face is superficial, but deep enough to leave a bad scar. It cuts across your nose, your eyebrow and deeply through your lip, you won't be nearly as lucky with the ladies if you don't fix it with the potion.
"This is more fun with a pretty lady. I suspect you won't have much trouble with this as they. Life or Beauty, let us pick one."