Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191021182359/@comment-5583506-20191021204800

Kashya was fast when it came to alchemical solutions, or at the very least creative. While she could not brew a potion that would take an hour or more to be considered complete, she did what she could of the reagents she had at her disposal in her various pouches, efficiently mixing them together with some saved up freshwater in one of her vials, no brewing required.

The result was a very clear, transluscent, light blue liquid with bubbles constantly rising to the surface. It had a sweet, milky taste to it, and it had a smell reminiscent to that of cinnamon. There was no brewing required, but she would have to gather new ingredients if she wanted to make it again. That always seemed to be the deal with alchemy. Those potions with the best possible effects were always the hardest to make, or composed of the most hard-gathered and rare reagents.

Things just couldn't be easy with healing potions made from grass and some spit for good measure.

When the potion was completed she put a cork to the vial and waited for the festivities to die down. It would seem that she didn't have to wait for too long before she saw Helian disassociate himself from the feast. That was good. She always felt uneasy when surrounded by too many people at once. Too many impressions.

"Hello, Helian", she said steadily as she approached him from the side, moving as silently as you would expect of some back-alley cat on the prowl.