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The shape of the threat is the hope
of the crowd from which might be surveyed
a badge of scars. A scallop, some moss
chips, and a berry ball are all the witch
needs to make it go away. What do
those do? Nothing, it's a magic spell.
The reagents are just for show. People
get antsy when you do things with no
obvious physical cues. The scars, then?
That isn't magic. That's just... hey. You
gonna give those things to her, or do
you not care about the show? No? Well,
maybe you should bring them to her
anyway. You might need a snack, as
the procedure is taxing. So just sit down
and she'll get this done and over with.
Maybe then they will stop. I hope.