Mason felt sorry for Azura. That poison elixir looked about as appealing as toilet-water. She didn't envy the girl one bit. She just wanted to see what I would do to her. And of course she wanted to brew an antidote.

Mason still though that it was a waste of time to brew a potion instead of just shoving a bezoar down Az's throat. . . but she loved Potions, so she's make an exception.

She placed the disgusting little ball into the mortar and started grinding it with the pestle. She tries using all of the strength an elven year old could muster, trying to pulverize the bezoar as best she could. She inspected the residue over and over, making sure that there were no lumps. She wasn't about to let anything ruin her potion. . .

When she was satisfied with the powder, she turned towards her cauldron and carefully scooped out just a fourth of the content, before dumping it inside. Perfect!

She grabbed one of the little bags of Standard Ingredient and added some of it to the powder laying at the bottom of her cauldron. She poured the two cups of water in as well, watching as the ingredients pooled together in the cauldron.

Mason gave herself a mental high-five and smiled victoriously. The first part had gone very well, so obviously this was going to be super easy. . . right? She just hoped nothing terrible ended up happening. . .