Alexandre
I don't know how long I've been in in this witch's lair, the days and nights seem to meld into one as I am not allowed to leave her room. She is taking her sweet time to prepare the potions I need, and getting s****l satisfaction as what she terms 'part payment' I wonder what she will demand as full payment, bit I don't give two f***s as long as she helps me, who am I kidding? I've given more f***s than i can count, pun intended.
Today she seems almost sad as if She lost her favorite toy or is about to, she comes into the room, goes to where her cauldron for brewing potions is, she puts her hand in the boiling pot and brings out a black looking vial , she takes it to a corner of the room where a weird looking basket is, and waves it over the basket, and the content of the vial
