Mr Magoo

Úlfr's vision blurred for a moment and he suddenly felt feint. He scratched at his eyes flinching for a moment as he pulled his paw away and noticed flecks of glowing dust. He had the immediate impression that it was spores. What the hell? He felt his stomach sink but before he could think more on it a shadowy figured with a table appeared. Upon the table lay three strange potions. He had to be dreaming… what on earth was this creature? Úlfr stepped forward, examining the potions for a minute. If one of these could cure his aunt it would be worth gambling on but what if they made her worse. The label on two of them showed crude sketches of wolves with a mark over a taller one. Did that potion make you grow? Following that logic did the small one make you shrink? It didn't have a label. Neither of these items seemed like they might help his aunt.

Úlfr turned to the creature. "It is a most generous offering but I have nothing to give in exchange for your work. I will pass at this time. If I may ask one question though… is this… is this the end times? Is this Ragnorok?"