'Over there, Tick Tock. Place the Cauldron there... Little to the left... That's it, perfect, hee ho!'

Quallyss was crazy with energy, after the conclusion of the battle with the raiders. In fact, he had developed a temporary shake of sorts, bubbling with excitement at the prospect of another grand adventure. This surely beat having to throw things at lazy students! Once the fighting was over, Quallyss had excused himself from the others, and proceeded to find the Aurora's workshop, eager to set up immediately. After a 'small' argument he had with the ship's Quarter Master over who gets the workshop (which was concluded by Quallyss with a loud shout of "I OUTRANK YOU, SO SHUT UP, YES!?", the throwing of a spanner into the man's chest and the slamming of the door), he had secured the room for his studies, albeit having to share with the other engineers. The various pieces of equipment already in place were now adorned with Quallys' belongings, as varied and bizarre as his own mind.

Various trinkets and tools were assorted in drawers underneath the main work bench, with sheets of iron and other metals in storage cabinets for smithing and construction. To the right of the room, the brewer's set up was now fueled and ready to go, a mysterious purple liquid already bubbling and condensing softly in a flask over a small flame. Underneath the stand, various sacks and bags of mysterious herbs and spices were waiting to be used, and a thin tentacle frightened Tick Tock as it walked past, grabbing at it's foot uselessly. And finally, in the left of the room, was a smithing station, where Tick Tock could bend and warp metal into any shape and strength, for constructing various gizmos. All up, the workshop was already cluttered and messy, organized in such a way that only a mind as scattered and weird as Quallyss' could understand.

'Well, it seems all the main preparations are set, yes yes. I suppose a tour of the ship before meeting is in order,' Quallyss removed an oversized watch from his pocket, and checked the time. 'Blast, five minutes until the meeting! I must make haste, quite, yes, hee hee!' He left the workshop, and turned to Tick Tock. 'My dearest creation, may you please finalize all the belongings, and keep an eye on the Trouble Starter brew, yes?' Tick Tock nodded in silent acknowledgment, and Quallyss proceeded to the War Room, singing aloud to himself, and hiccuping.