A Potion For A Friend

A Cool Wind from the West Sneaks through Closed Windows, Rattling Vials and Flipping Pages of an Old Dusty Alchemist's Tome. (am I out of glowcaps!?)

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Swiftly Racing Down the Cobbled Path Towards Town Whilst the Scarlet Sun Sinks into the Nearby Treeline. (ugh, closed)

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Playfully Kicking Through a Bed of Resting Leaves, the Flickering Light in the Heart of the Woods Beckons Those Who Seek it's Effects. (wonder if I can find a few before nightfall..)

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A Faint Glimmer Ahind a Fellen Tree Reveals a Familiar Magical Warmth. (this should be more than enough! now, let's get —)

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Growing Forth From the Freshly Cut Stems, Takes Shape The Great Cap, Watcher of the Woods. (...)

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