Mood: Crimson liquid glistens in the glass vial, a promise of healing, a cure for wounds, sparking with power. Smells like: Rich, cherry wine swirled with the juices of ripe plums and energizing magic. ---------- A weary warrior stumbles into the healer's hut, his eyes bloodshot, his broad shoulders slouched from the trials of his quest. The wrinkled woman stands beside her fire. She eyes him and without a word gives a subtle nod. Escorting him to a cot, she allows him to sit as she busies herself at her table. A handful of deep red berries cascade into a stone vessel. With gentle, rhythmic tapping she crushes them to release their juices then waves her hand over them, murmuring incantations of old, prayers to higher powers, entreating them for aid. She swirls the concoction into a goblet of sweet wine and brings it to her patient. He drinks deeply, his eyes alighting and his posture straightening. He stands, strong once more, ready for battle. ---------- Thank you for supporting a small family-operated business! We can't wait to delight you and transform your home into a fantasy realm!