Witch Higgens remembered something.<br/>She knew the people in the village, the one just outside the castle walls, were very cowardly. They were scared of all manner of lovely things. Ghouls, monsters and especially hags.<br/><br/>She knew that on the fall equinox that these people would gather together, for warmth and in order to "drive the bad spirits from their land". They would carry their torches, perform rituals and build a bonfire.<br/>Of course their rituals didn't contain any real magic. Just believing it was enough to scare away the spooks was not enough, in fact she was tempted.<br/>"Look Bratchwitch, tonight's the night. We are gonna raise the town. Thems gonna be having their lighty night with all their woo woo. We gotta go in there and grab some fine morsel before the potion wears off. Best best if we grab a princess again and can make more of this brew from her stringy bits"<br/><br/>Witch Higgens grabbed a glass bottle and dipped it into the liquid, submerging it in the glowing brew. When she drew her hand up out of the potion- the skin was no longer grey and saggy- but tight and youthful. She twittered gleefully.