Abraxis is Up!
"A thousand pardons, I am getting ahead of myself!" continues Mustapha, inclining his head towards his companion, who now appeared thoroughly confused. "The horse in question was a magnificent beast: fully 16 hands high, with a coat that shone in the sunlight like the golden domes of Om, it was said the the rider who mastered him would be able to catch the very zefiraitself, so swiftly would they travel."
As he continues his tale, the Brass Man takes another of the small glass vials from his belt, and once more adds a pinch of powder from one the many pouches he carries. The mixture began to glow with an eerie light, which causes Mustapha's face to take on a disconcerting glow in the fog.
"And thus, the wager was set, and..."
Mustapha steps away from Abraxis, whereupon the bard's voice is once more lost in the silence. He moves beside Leaf, and, holding the vial off to one side as if it were about to explode, makes ready to throw it at the skeletal figure.