Great you have found the cauldron, watch now and don’t trip over it. The willow continued flailing its branches, icicles and vials alike falling and smashing on the cold hard ground. The boy better come up with a plan soon, otherwise he’ll be sorting through snow and broken glass for the ingredients. That would be a bummer.

Finite was right, that armour probably wasn’t going to do much good anyway. Whoa buddy, here comes a branch as if the willow knew the boy was once again unarmored.

CRASH!

Oh no that was more vials. Good bye.

Hey that tickles!! The air blew through the tree knocking off more icicles and vials. All of the willows branches wiggled as if it was trying to flee the source that was tickling it. The air must have been strong enough to hit the knob because the branched stopped and stood straight up. Now was your chance to get your ingredients. Hopefully the ones you would need were still on the branches and not shattered on the ground.