130 Alchemy

  "Master," a voice called from below, he crouched on the roof and finished the last of maintenance. "What is it?" he yelled; she swept the floor for dust had been brought in by the wind. "Undrar is here," Achilles yelled once more. "Tell her to start cleaning, it would be good if this shop could be rendered useable in the next few days." As requested, Undrar quickly changed clothes and began cleaning. The books she brought along laid in a backpack, the same one they used years ago. The one with its presence erased. Minutes turned to hours, cleaning, painting, refurbishing – all came to an end.