A young mali’ker comes stumbling out of his home, coughing and waving a hand in front of him as a rather foul smelling billows into the air and disperses. Another failed alchemical experiment. Alor takes out a notebook with a sigh, not looking down on it, and writing a big fat “NO!!” underneath it, crossing out yet another theoretical recipe. He rubs his forehead, looking around at the odd looks and laughs he gets. While they laugh, Alor knows they mean well. The Mali’ker walks back inside, moving his face mask above his mouth and nose as he allows his home to air out once more.
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