Ah, do not fear the zebra in the woods— I brew my potions, seeking truths misunderstood. She chuckles softly, her eyes twinkling, as she gestures for the talker to enter. Come in, come in, no need for fright— Zecoras hut is a place of healing, not of fright. But dont fear my potions might, for in them lies both cure and light.
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