Macius patiently waits for orders

"I see you're standing at attention, but not all of you is really standing." chuckled the priestess. "We should fix that."

She clicked her fingers, and the naiads surrounded her in an eye blink. She whispered, and the little ladies ran to their tasks. It was barely a minute before they all came back, carrying various ingredients, from bluecap mushrooms to the red fruit of the snaky vine. Some brought sheen, empty crystals of a sort of glassy material.

The priestess approved and made a few gestures. The vials started floating in the air, and balls of luminous heat surrounded some of them.

She mixed and crushed and pressed and cut for a while, filling and emptying vessels. In the end, she held a vial of bubbly purple liquid that exhaled a weird, shiny, blueish vapour.

"This will serve you well, my lord Knight, if you can keep your desires under control." she spoke.

"I beseech you now, drink and be a true servant to the Mountain. As a rock it is, asa rock you shall be. Hard as stone it is, hard as stone you shall be."