Aris' cyclone catches a cloud of thickly scented mist and propels it away from the group, out over the Greentooth River. Better catch your breath while you can.

The reprieve is short-lived. As Tybalt (rolled 6) smashes the flowers (rolled 2) beneath his crutch they explode like puffball mushrooms, releasing a burst of perfume so dense that it shimmers a pearly white. The effect is intoxicating and disorienting. Tybalt will have a hard time focusing on anything other than that someone who isn't here for a while.