"Thais would explain much. I did not think a horse this old would be unbroke." Mounting the shire, Karok rasped the spur against the horses side and directed it outside of the stables. Karok awaited Aerons direction, soaking up the sun while he could.
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With the brew nearly done, Agatha grasped a flask of the final ingredient. She painstakingly poured the red liquid into the vat. Suddenly, the concoction ignited and filled the hut with black smoke. Agatha quickly reacted by pouring water into the cauldron. She angrily marched to the door an opened it gasping for air. "D***ed elves, never a good recipie from the lot.". To calm her nerves, she decided to pick some herbs from the garden she kept.