In her Hut Beneath an Old Sycamore, Goodie Grizzlecap Grinds her Grain (Can You Believe this Smut?!)

Down the lane and into the woods, past the edge of town there stands her hut. Goodie Grizzlecap left the fine folk of the village long ago to pursue the hermitic existence of a wood-witch, though is still very friendly and you should certainly visit her more often. Beneath an ancient sycamore tree sits the bulbous hut, sturdy of construction if ramshackle in appearance. The roof is graced with a great many pipes, into which falling seed pods are funneled. From thence, landing on various bells, chimes, and gongs, these sounds resound throughout the glade and inform Goodie of the wills and whims of the forest. Today rings clearly as an auspicious one as Goodie Grizzlecap sits at her gristmill, grinding besmutted rye berries to harvest their black, powdery goodness. Pungent of flavor and possessed of potent power, this fungus is an alchemical ingredient of the highest order. Soon the apprentices to the Auld Mage in town will arrive, each hoping to test their mettle at walking the fungal path and advance their own skills in the brewing arts.