Bronislava frowned hearing what Ström had to say about the elf and she turned sympathetic brown eyes on the swollen creature. "I don't know. Seems a bit cruel." But she didn't have time to dwell on that. This was a competition, not to mention a timed one, and they need to figure out the task and get to work.

A Deflating Draught, exactly what she was thinking. "Yes, I agree," Bronislava began, her eyes falling over each individual plant, mentally going over the recipe for the potion and its ingredients. But something was missing. "I don't see.." She glanced back at Ström. "Zhere is no sagebrush." She turned back to the plants, then took a cautious step backwards at the sight of a certain plant, one that looked like a gnarled stump.

"I zhink I remember an alternative vay to brew it," she added, lifting her eyes from the plant. "But ve need to use that snargaluff." She looked at the dormant-for-now plant again. She was confident that she could handle it - and that Ström could too - but they'd need to be very careful and work together.