My captors threw the Wizard into our cell and then walked away, playing with her bag of exotic ingredients. I introduced myself as a rogue, albeit one who, like her, was without his tools and thus somewhat useless.
The Wizard chuckled and began to scrape some moss off the wall.
“Yeah, the whole ‘white rose petal blessed by a virgin at midsummer’s eve’ stuff is just a show. If everyone knew you could perform magic with just any old thing, everyone would be doing it.”
She focused on the moss, and then suddenly…
Was someone in here a moment ago?