Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-31393335-20170602171219

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The room was silent except for the bubbling of potions and the occasional “Is it done yet?”. In the corner, the young man, his face hidden by a cloak, dropped a few tiny, black, beady seeds into the herbal mix he had created and stirred the liquid, a smile forming on his face. A little girl waiting at the door, her eyes happy with excitement, took a few quick steps forward, limping a bit on her left foot. The man, chuckling, beckoned the young patient over, picking her up and placing her on the stool. The little girl drank the mix eagerly, and the young man promised that she would feel much better soon.



A day later, the girl was found dead in her bed, sickly white and with white foam bubbling at her mouth. But it was too late, as the man had slipping back into the shadows, towards his master, the Coven Leader. He couldn't heal, but he could poison, and ultimately, kill.  