"Mum!" I moved as quickly as I could and knelt next to her. She was convulsing and I knew some sort of poison was in her system. My grimoire was next to me and my bag popped out. Jamming my hand into my bag, I looked for the bezoar I always carried. It only took a second, but watching my mother struggle to breath made it seem like hours. Eventually my hand wrapped around the stone-like mass and pulled it out. 