"Fine," snorts the Wizard, obviously annoyed at your lack of imagination and gumption. He closes his right hand into a fist and waves his left hand over it with a dramatic gesture. He then opens his hand revealing a pink orb. "This is a powerful love potion. Tell the bear to plant it in the ground near his home and I promise by morning he will have his pick of females." You take the orb and thank the Wizard. "Well, if you change your mind, I will be here waiting," he continues. "That treasure isn't going to fetch itself."
It's time to return to the bear.
It's time to return to the bear.
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