Brezinda Witch is busy at her cauldron one dark, Halloween night, stirring the bright green sludge as bubbles pop and smoke rises into the air. You are sitting next to her shelves of ingredients. “Ooh,” she cackles. “It smells so perfectly awful! But something is missing.” She turns and looks at you. “What else should I put in this delicious potion?” You turn to look at the labeled bottles on the shelf. There is one that catches your eye. You hand Brezinda the... *
