"Who is more crazy? The mad man or the one who follows him?" she muttered more to herself than an actual question. 

	Pulling her dagger she pricked her finger and squeezed it over the cauldron. As the blood touched the murky concoction she leaned back, a split moment later a quick eruption of black shot up in the air. It quickly cleared and what was left was perhaps a couple of tablespoons of dark black ooze.

	Retrieving a vial she placed it in the black and it quickly flowed into it. Kira smirked as she held it up and looked at it, corking it quickly.

	[i]Caw[/i]

	"Yes, we will go."