"Mr. Hamilton, please treat me as well, I still need to find my way back to camp soon. I don't have your prowess to face a deity directly."
Miss Violet extended her hand to Shard, who nodded and grasped the soft, white hand. The silver moonlight flickered, and the steady spirit output manifested in the form of the four elements, as the Grand Witch of the Thirteen Rings closed her eyes and exhaled:
"I'm afraid we still need your help with the sacrifices; I'm quite sure we don't have anything suitable for offering to a god."
"But what kind of sacrifices does that deity really need? I don't believe a god would just ask us for lake water, dew, and tears."
Shard thought for a moment:
"Let me think... Is there a special liquid that, when consumed, can increase wisdom?"
"Of course there is."
Miss Teresa provided the answer:
"Every year before exam week, someone at the Academy peddles similar things, but I suppose those prohibited drugs aren't the answer."
