2. "Now, where was that flask of fewmet tincture?" Thought Krista, just before the ifrit bottle cracked open...

A skinny, nerdy-looking teenaged girl is pulling a bottle off of the shelf in a medieval lab. It is late at night. She is standing balanced precariously on a pile of magical tomes. She has curly dark hair and olive-toned skin. She is wearing glasses. On the shelf beside her, a big glass bottle contains ...