Isolde fastened the door against the night and turned to face the woman who said,<br/><br/>"I do hope you can help me this night. I mean you no harm, simply a potion and some answers, if you might."<br/>Her head shakes, and she clears her throat, finally speaking the inevitable. "I seek a potion, a very...strange request, I am sure. It must have the ability to cease needs and wants."<br/><br/>Isolde listened, her blue eyes dark and serious. She nodded, understanding what the woman was seeking<br/><br/>Millicent turns to face Isolde, head tilting in a confused way, brow furrowing.<br/><br/>"I need something of a rather...how do you say? An...un-caring potion? One that ceases feelings and cares. I know this seems very odd, and I being new to this town I am certain draws speculation, please know this is a necessary request in order for me to help you all."<br/><br/>Isolde finally spoke,<br/>"Be seated,weary one. I have what you seek. The theft did not remove the ingredients." Isolde busied herself with preparing a tea.<br/>"This tea is for relaxing you. It hold no magik outside that of calming the nerves." While the tea steeped, she pulled a wooden stool to the shelves and climbed up. Her booted foot clattering on the seat.<br/>"There is little call for this root but I always keep a small supply. The older the root, the more powerful it becomes. Only if you are very sure of your wish to not care should you use this. and if the day comes when your head tells your heart that the time has come for caring, come back and this can be corrected."<br/><br/>She stepped down, holding a black velvet pouch. From this she withdrew a gnarled root that resembled a ginger root. Isolde poured the valerian root tea into a mug and instructed Millicent to drink. When she had done so, Isolde said,<br/><br/>"Now concentrate on that which you wish to uncare for. Hold this root in your hand, pouring all your love and desire into the root. Breath,Breath, Breath."<br/><br/>Isolde produced a crockery pot and held it out.<br/>"Place the root in here, careful to not look at it."<br/><br/>She then poured red wine over the root, covering it with the liquid.<br/>"This will stay in a dark corner of the shop. In three nights time, return and I will help you to finish the spell."<br/><br/>The witch smiled graciously,<br/>"Often seekers wait for loud poofs and smoke to believe magik has happened,but as you believe, so is it. Test your heart and trust your desires."<br/><br/>Millicent nodded and then asked,<br/><br/>"Tell me of this place, m'lady....why does such death knock upon the gates here? Do you know who is to blame for this?"<br/><br/>At her question, Isolde's face went white.<br/>"Moranwick City is like many through out the land. We hold to our traditions through good leadership and planning. Oftentimes the holding is cruel but it is necessary. Magic is part of our city's secret as if practitioners were called here. The good magic is intermingled with the dark. Some walk the border between the two with the possibility of corruption or feats of great good. As for who is to blame,..I cannot speak that name for to speak it is to bring it forth. Giving evil his proper name conjures him."<br/><br/>Millicent turned and stared at the fire. Isolde joined her and whispered,<br/>"En Francais, leroi noire."<br/><br/>She hoped that Millicent would understand her but not speak that dreaded name in the tongue of Moranwick. Isolde's skin crawled when she thought of this evil entity.<br/><br/>Changing the subject,Isolde asked,<br/>"Changeling, for you are not of this Earth, what do you wish to accomplish while here? How may I assist you? I am commissioned to support focused magic of which you are. Do you need a place to reside while here?"