Christoph looked at the papers he held and then looked at Taryn again in dismay.

“It’s just a bunch of letters all jumbled together!” he exclaimed for what felt like the hundredth time.

“It’s a cipher,” Taryn patiently explained. “The ingredients are in code. We have to unravel it to figure out how to mix the potion to destroy the machine.”

“It seems such a waste to destroy it. If only there weren’t greedy people set on using technology such as this for evil ends, think of all the benefit it would do! We could grow crops anywhere! There would never be any droughts, no ice storms, no winters! We could have temperate spring days all year around!” Christoph paced the room growing more excited as he talked.

“Be that as it may, the fact remains that there have already been deaths and disaster related to this machine. You yourself were kidnapped for heaven’s sake. This machine is too dangerous. Perhaps one day something like this can be used for good. But, for now, we need to concentrate on stopping this before things get worse,” Taryn pointed out reasonably. “The problem still remains that even if we can figure out what the components are, and several citizens were working hard on that, who can we find to mix them safely into something we can use?”

“You said you found this in the Labrynth? With all those strange bull creatures?” Christoph asked. “Then I may know just the person we need.”

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Gather at the Counselor’s Hall in West Britain, Saturday, March 16th at 7 p.m. PDT. Might want to bring your bad weather gear!