Marved Level 5: The Secret Formula - Aftermath

Marved sat in his tiny wagon studying the glass bottle. He compared it's bright perfection to the row of bottles he had spent the afternoon making. His were passable. They would hold his wares well enough, but they were not worthy of note. The sands of the Feywild were as different from ordinary sand as the ground Shadowstone he had originally used to make his alchemist's tools. But the difference in materials alone could not account for the difference in quality. This Alfie was clearly a master of his art.
 
Marved sighed with disappointment and banked the fire he had been using for his work. The glasses went into a bench compartment in the wagon and after a quick prestidigitation, the tools went back into their case. He unrolled his sleeping bag down the center walkway of the wagon and lay staring up at the faded colors on the ceiling. He thought back to the vivid, intoxicating, almost overwhelming, brightness of the Feywild. He wasn't ready to go back there yet. Using raw materials of that caliber while he was still learning would be a waste. But Alfie had agreed to teach him. And he had means to go back. He had collected anchoring materials for transportation magic. And of course the young satyr, Kidd, could be persuaded to take him back. When it was time - when he was ready. For now, sleep.