"After all the trouble I went through to get these to her..."

Iguin growled out, tightening their bloodied hand over the small coins in their hand. A forbidden spell for the twin bottles, personally made for the keen witch that had caught their eye. The plan would have been perfect had it not been for that white-haired professor's meddling.

They release a small sigh before diverting their attention to you, already having heard the sound of your footsteps approaching— a fellow brimhat and one whom they could trust completely. Unlike the others, you understood their goal of helping the young girl understand the need for forbidden magic to make its resurgence.

"Ah, it's you. I do hope you have good news on your end?"