A few sips

You sip the milk, finding the taste interesting, to say the least. It certainly wasn't unwelcome, but also not quite what you had been expecting.

You spend a while sitting at the table, finishing off the stew as the witch spins tales of some of the dangers of the dungeon, especially focusing on some of her earlier years when she used to be a part of a larger group. She speaks fondly of them, as if remembering old friends, all of which had been lost to the dungeon and their own mixed aspirations. It seems rather sad, but the witch has clearly come to a point where she's past their loss, and simply prefers to think back positively on the times they had together.

At last, the meal draws to a close, and she removes your bowl and cup, ushering you back onto the couch in the living room. She picks the book up from where you had set it down, and shuffles through the pages, eventually settling on one. "Yes, I think I can set your legs back to the way they were, but a good businesswoman never works for free." A sly smile crosses her lips as she closes the book and looks back up at you, leaning in slightly.

"I've got a few ideas, and I'll give you a choice. I'll fix your legs, but afterwards, you can either try your luck in a game of chance, or try your skill in a friendly wager. If you win, I'll of course have fixed your legs, and I'll let you pick one magical item from my personal stash. If you lose, I'll still have fixed your legs, but we'll have to negotiate an... alternative... form of payment." She closes her eyes briefly, as if deep in thought, before opening them again with another smile. "Alright, I've thought of a fun wager, and here's as much detail as I'll give you. For the game of chance, you will have a 75% chance of losing, but for the wager, I'll have a 100% chance of winning. It's up to you- or, you can accept my hospitality, and slide away, if you'd prefer."