Rhyl’drin didn’t care that he’d lost his cloak obtaining the last ingredient. The mission had all been worth it. Later he would return for it, maybe; now he had a more urgent task.

First, blended cocoa beans for flavor. Next, distilled water, for solute. Finally, the ingredient of choice- the arachnid venom, drawn from the bulb of a ground-dragon, the one’s men called scor’ions.