Hissing could not be good. Those two potions, probably the same potion, would not be going into her mouth. The other two phials gave her nothing. Hm. Picking up the parchment again, she reread it, attempting to match a potion with each.

One to make your spirits fly. "The orange phial."

Two will make you want to die. "The two purple phials."

That left two phials. One to shrink and one to grow. Which only left the green and blue phial. Trust you not the phials' size. The one that shrinks is in disguise. So......the green phial?

Sandra didn't know how useful the other potions would prove the further she got into the maze, so she placed one purple and the orange phial in her left pocket along with a cushioning charm. So they wouldn't break. In her right she placed the blue phial and a cushioning charm in her right pocket.

The only thing that sat on the table now was the lone purple phial and the parchment that she had memorized. Green phial in her hand, her hazel eyes wary as she opened the bottle. She was sure she had picked the right phial, but she was still unsure. Only one way to know now.

Bottoms up!