Yonil had to crawl for 200 yards on his hands and knees and not looking up once but casting his eyes subserviently down. This is how you approached the witch's lair, otherwise she would not only expel you from the premises but do so in a way that would certainly mean instant death. This is why she was the last resort of desperate people....like Yonil.

"What have you come for?" she asked. Her voice was condescending, scratchy and deep, scorched by the smoke that permeated her home.

"Dragon horn," he whispered, his eyes and nose stinging from the sulphuric atmosphere.

She laughed at him. Most women did. "You men are all the same. Always worried about what's in your pants."

Dragon horn was the most powerful aphrodisiac. If you could come by it, you could become the man of the countryside. Yonil simply wanted to please one woman though.