With wand light raised to the eerily still branches, the boy might notice they aren’t white or clear in color, but the icicles reflected in varying colors. How odd. Step closer, and you might realize they aren’t icicles. Inside the icicles are frozen vials of potions ingredients of every kind.

If the hint wasn’t enough, there is a cauldron on the ground nearby. Had it always been there? And that potions work-station over there? Where had that come from? No matter. If you were to look in the cauldron, there is a small note. The note says,

“Well, this isn’t a hat. Get on with it! Make your way to the passage beneath the tree.”

The branches continued to sway, making the icicles clinging on them make little tinkle noises. How will you tread forward? Careful, now. The Willow has begun to twist its trunk. It knows you’re here, after all.



OOC: It is up to you to decide what ingredients to collect and what potion to brew.