Grinding, mashing, finding then exhuming dead things in the night. The Havoc that he masters gives most ducks a dreadful fright. The madness of the alchemist drives Quaxtails on his path, a lust to be the greatest leads him down a dark and dangerous path. He captured Quackius magic from a coin of General Wu then mixed it with the darkness but he wasn’t just yet through. He needed living creature to bind the spell into, so be careful what he gives you that animal might be you. A potion for forgetfulness or a lotion to grow thick hair. Some berries for nice feathers that will grow upon your tail. But the darker stuff he musters he sells them at great cost, these are for misfortune to be used but never to be caught. A loss of all your feathers or a bill that’s locked up tight, a sudden death a puss filled sore a constant ringing in your ear. The madness that overcomes them, can’t be shaken once it’s caught so be careful who you bother you might not live make it through the night.