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Thanks for that idea, I added it in

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 in her bed, sickly white and with white foam bubbling at her mouth. But it was too late, as the man had slipped back into the shadows, laughing as he told the tale to the Potion Master.

"Am I useful? Did I please our Coven?" he whispered to the Potion Master, his heart thumping.

“Do it again.” the Potion Master commanded, “You have a gift, and you will use it.”

The Poisoner was happy to agree.