Ritual Secrets of the Witherbark

The Witherbark are descended from our oldest enemies, the Amani Empire, but have since lost even the veneer of civilization. I don't even want hazard what sort of dark practices happen when they cook their ritual secrets in those boiling cauldrons of theirs, but supposedly those concoctions are careful and deliberate. A quaff of their brew serves as anesthetic for their cruel and barbaric rituals; the victim is rendered indistinguishable from a blind drunk for hours, and remembers little afterwards. If you want a copy of this dark formula, you'll have to snatch them from the Witherbark Callers of Shadra'Alor.

Do be careful, will you? You don't seem the type to drink poison deliberately.

I knew plying those elves with some ale would pay off one day! Where did Loania say to get the recipe?

Up a pyramid, you say? Never would've guessed!

You've done good, but these trolls might as well be doctors for how readable their handwriting is! I'm not even sure if this recipe calls for fresh cherries, or if grenadine will do... heck, we'll just have to try it out both ways!

At any rate, have one on the house!