Two frogs, a halved lizard’s brain, and a dash of graveyard dirt are added to your brew as you recite the memorized incantation. This particular spell is one of your specialties; people from miles around come to buy even the smallest of doses.
You allow the potion time to simmer before it is ready, straining the maroon concoction into a flask. Your Raven Dress flares out behind you as you carry it out to the cloaked man still waiting in your shop. The Forget Spell is ready for sale...for a pretty price.
