Following Professor Delamara's instructions, Forge drew a stoppered vial from his robes and added the ingredients to it. The brew within the container boiled and swirled as it reacted and let off a slightly unpleasant, musky odour. If Forge's alchemy classes were any indication, it would be another hour or two before the potion was fully ready. Of course, ready to do what was the main question, as neither Delamara nor Midwinter had bothered to mention it. Perhaps they expected him to identify it using the techniques he had learned in his classes, but setting up the needed materials would take another hour or two.
As Dorian pushes the door open he comes face to face with a woman garbed in a red silken gown and matching bonnet. Startled, she straightened slightly as she looked from Dorian to his companions. "Excuse m-me," she stuttered, "but do you think I could have a moment of your t-time?"
