It belongs to the shaman, but he never tastes the potion from it himself. He leaves this kind of opportunity to temporary prisoners. Any other ladle would dissolve in the liquid, so a tool from the skeleton of the first Canbalandian shaman is needed. He was known for drinking phosphorus and having baths in boiling lava. The potion does not even etch the ladle, something that cannot be said of its effect on the guts of the involuntary tasters. The Canbalandians call this process absolute deworming ... they simply love pure meat.