The handsome young Herbologist had succeeded in creating the most appealing flower known to witch or wizard. Its scent could induce fantastic visions of those one found most beautiful and beloved. Its thorn could send grateful victims into a blissful, lustful sleep. Already six or seven wizards, convinced that the flower was a stunning woman, had fallen to dueling over that nonexistent lady’s love.
And the Herbologist himself was not immune to its charms. Falling prey to his own trap, he became convinced that his Rosa Fata Morgana was cheating on him.