The Worst Adventure in the World

>Think! Where else does sagecroft grow? Maybe there's a book on the subject!

Of course, you can just get another one! Granted, sagecroft is pretty uncommon, but you're very conscientious about taking notes on where you find important or rare plants. Your cottage is absolutely full of books, and all of the ones that aren't ancient grimoires and new-age witching theory are compilations about herbs and potionmaking written by you and your predecessors.

Twelve books later and you're no closer to knowing where to look. You've gone through all of your own notes, and have started dipping into books written by Gamma Brevvace. It looks like... Wait! You've got a lead!

... Oooh, poot. It's in the Wirklichfalschefurchtsameschwarzewald.

It's not like you've got a lot of choice, though. Dismemberment and death are nothing next to a look from Mother Tammasir.

> Venture blindly into a dark and dangerous forest. Surely you'll find a suitable substitute there!

Half an hour's walk later finds you and your broom (which insisted on coming) heading deeper into the Wirklichfalschefurchtsameschwarzewald. The rather vague directions Gamma Brevvace left seem to indicate that if you follow the path you're on for a while, you'll end up at this old stone temple thing, inside which a little patch of sagecroft grows.

So far, nothing's happened so you're actually feeling pretty good, and...



OH GOODNESS WHAT IS MAKING THAT NOISE?