The Cauldron
As you pass through the doorway, you're enveloped in a glow of warmth, your eyes slowly adjusting to the brightness of the indoors after the dimness of the forest's shadows.
In the center of the floor of the hut, an enormous cauldron bubbles vigorously. It's so big that you're certain a whole person could fit inside, and then some. But instead of finding scary remnants of bones and blood scattered about, the surfaces around the pot are piled with flowers, mushrooms, feathers, and dried herbs.
The brew catches your eye almost immediately; its surface is a color you can only describe as iridescent, and the vapors rising towards the ceiling seem to glimmer in the light.
You take a step closer to get a better look, but as you do, you notice a large tome resting to one side of the cauldron, its pages open so you can glimpse the writings and illustrations drawn on the crinkled papers. A recipe would undoubtedly be helpful, if you were planning to tamper with anything. Which might not be wise... but then again, would you even be welcome here if the magic did not want to be put to use?
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