125 Moira

Dinah didn't have a lot to do because Syryn was disinclined to have a bumbling priestess ruin his experiment. It was times like these that he wished Salem was around. Setting aside the unproductive thoughts, the alchemist added his reagents to the tubes and stuck labels on them for future identification. All of the tubes then went inside one of the empty chests that had previously contained utensils.

When it was time for dinner, Syryn wasn't very hungry but he had an extra serving of a savoury meat pie that Akida baked using hot coals.

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"Akida, what's this? Porridge without fruits? There are a few dried dates and a couple of nuts floating in it. I can't eat this!" Palate ruined by the guard's excellent cooking, Syryn's morning was ruined just as bad when he found out what breakfast consisted of.