[Alfyn gathers his potential ingredients into individual little piles, one in each small bowl before him. This should be the easy part, as far as he's concerned. Mixing ingredients and turning them into something usable is something he does even in his dreams.]
It's a real shame Professor Albright isn't here. [There's a flat note in his voice, but it's because all of his thoughts are on one last arrangement of his work table. Before he gets into actually using the Enchanti in the mix.] He's got a real nose for findin' things out, even when it seems like there's nothing left to go on. Shucks, he chased a book thief halfway 'round the continent.
[Alfyn looks up, still lighthearted, but also stone serious.]
Guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Here goes nothin'.
[A touch more measuring, a bit of mixing, some water - otherwise all he'll have is a fistful of powder, rather than a potion - and! There's orange liquid, vivid and unassuming, in Alfyn's first test vial.]
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It's a real shame Professor Albright isn't here. [There's a flat note in his voice, but it's because all of his thoughts are on one last arrangement of his work table. Before he gets into actually using the Enchanti in the mix.] He's got a real nose for findin' things out, even when it seems like there's nothing left to go on. Shucks, he chased a book thief halfway 'round the continent.
[Alfyn looks up, still lighthearted, but also stone serious.]
Guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Here goes nothin'.
[A touch more measuring, a bit of mixing, some water - otherwise all he'll have is a fistful of powder, rather than a potion - and! There's orange liquid, vivid and unassuming, in Alfyn's first test vial.]