Chemistry

Vladimars diligently prepared the herbs, grinding them in a mortar with a stone pestle at the back of the cave. His sleeves tied back out of the way as he worked. Where he'd looked awkward and uncomfortable before, he looked confident and natural in his alchemy. 

Iliana had stepped away from the fire to tend to her own personal needs as both an ember and as a woman. She had offered Vladimars her assistance and he had declined, more than happy to work with his tools and herbs in solitude at the back of the cave.

Caelyn scratched Utu's ears as he rested beside the fire by the others, his expression calm. "Where did you find the templars, Sintija?" He asked with a casual yawn.