On Antidotes
[A deep crease in the spine makes the booklet fall open to reveal one recipe in particular. Neat writing in the corner marks it as 'an antidote for all known potions'.] This is it. The recipe that made me decide to publish my notes. The story might not interest you, but I shall record it for posterity (feel free to skip to the actual recipe). I was sitting in the Elfsong, sipping my usual hot cocoa, the heat soothing the pain in my scale-less hands. A small child - human - stumbled through the door, sick as a dog. All the other patrons seemed like they wanted to help, but nobody could pay for an antidote for a stranger's child. Meanwhile, the ingredients were just lying around, in the kitchen. Every single one of those people could have saved that child, but only I knew how. It felt like a crime. RECIPE for 1 bottle of Antidote ---- Salts of Mugwort ---- Suspension of Bullywug Trumpet Slowly trinkle salts into suspension. Stir clockwise until the concoction's consistency turns almost chewable. It might turn slightly green, but this is purely aesthetic and has no effect on the antidote itself. And remember: