First Years
As Emery completed his session with Dillion, the dwindling light outside signaled the onset of night. Undeterred by the hour, Emery wasted no time in preparing a fresh batch of concoction within the now-vacant cauldron. The room was infused with the faint scent of herbs and alchemical ingredients, creating an atmosphere of focused industry.
Observing Emery's relentless dedication, Klea entered the room, her expression marked with "Perhaps you should continue this tomorrow?" she suggested..
Emery shook his head resolutely. "No, these first-years shouldn't require as much time. A few hours should suffice."
Klea hesitated for a moment, as if wanting to say something, but ultimately complied with Emery's request, calling forth the next acolyte to receive treatment.