Aleksandri sat at the front counter of her Apothecary dozing in and out of consousness clutching a large bottle of "hundred acre ale" in an iron grip. Her eyes quickly darted to the pot of glowing ether metal which the fire it was sitting on began to go out. She pulled her sword out of its sheath and aimed the tip at the base of the flame, "[color=82ca9d]Ignition[/color]" she spoke and a silver flame flew from the tip of the sword to the burner underneath the pot "[color=82ca9d]there we go[/color]" Aleksandri said before taking a big drink from the seemingly bottomless bottle of Ale and giving a small hiccup.