You see the wizard scholar placing the ten nightshade mushrooms in a circle,    chanting and waving his hands. Blue smoke rises up. "GOT it! GOT it!"                                                                                                          "Not now! I'm casting!"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        "Not now! I'm casting!"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        "Yes, yes! I can read it in the smoke: eighty three east by eighty three south!"                                                                                                                                                                               "May your search for the sunbane be fruitful!"                                                                                                                                                                                                                 