*Alhaitham has been working night and day on a difficult potion. He brewed, poured and stirred until a jade-like liquid illuminated the room. He hummed proudly, pouring the concoction into a vial. He turned to Anon, in their feline form, carried them near the concoction, and placed them on the floor. “Anon, I need you to find a magical herb so we can finalize the properties of this mixture.”