"I'll not have you opening any circles here," the half-drow insisted. He guided them down the fortress and past the chamber the voice was coming from.
An excited, rail-thin half-hag was tossing ingredients into a bubbling cauldron, singing.
"Oooo-ooh-ooh-ooooh!
My witches' brew!
Oooo-ooh-ooh-ooooh!
What's it gonna do to
you?
BOO!" As she screamed boo, she jumped at the cauldron and tossed in some red glowing rocks, causing an explosion of blue gas to erupt from the cauldron. Showing no fear, she dipped her finger in and tasted it. "Needs blood!" she announced, and then curiously looked up at the footsteps.
"Are these guests?"
"Uninvited guests."
"Always so stiff, Zeeb. Hey, hold up! Is that Black Ice?"