Saeara
The scraggly tall mage in the white laboratory coat was busy taking care of his potions. He carried three flasks in his hand containing red liquid. Since he had done this countless times, he was confident such fragile pieces of glass will not break even if there would be an earthquake as long as it was in his hands.
He approached the cauldron containing the purple thin liquid. It exuded a misty-like faint smoke just like the other cauldrons. After that, he glanced at his potion-making kit, a small container holding the essentials he need to brew a potion.
He could make people forge cauldrons for him, and other equipment. But this potion-making kit was special. If a swordsman need to have their sword with them all the time, a potion master has to have a potion-making kit with them.