Triskel SpellbookLegend Brenna opened her mentor's journal in panic. A few steps away, the massive cauldron was boilling in a worrying manner. Cleary, she missed something in the recipe, one crucial step. The old fool had terribly unclear writting habits; he often noted vital informations in tiny characters, kept hidden in the corner of a page like it was nothing. Brenna was searching what she might have missed without ever removing her eyes from the cauldron. She was