While Uthri just gave a knowing smile, she internally felt a little foolish for disclosing that much information. Although, they had already established trust and she had already shared the plan. It would not to any harm to let Vilana know. "Yep. What did you expect?" Uthri said, "An entire large scale clan swallows up a number of messengers and gives no word at all? She saw fit to investigate, herself." Uthri spread her hands, "And here we are."

Rhazii had been looking up at both Sabine and Peiter while they spoke. He still looked worried, but not quite as much as before. "I want to stay near you and aunty Sabine," Rhazii responded, not letting go of Peiter's hand.

Sabine gave a small grin and knelt down to Newt and Rhazii. "There is no need to be afraid of these people any more," she said to comfort them, "but you can stay near us if you like. Just make sure we can see you."

"Okay," Rhazii said with a big nod.

Together, the group went to where Sabine had her alchemical equipment set up. Sabine knew that there wasn't anything inherently dangerous unless they ended up playing with her more fragile glassware or poking around her ingredients bag, so she let Rhazii and Newt play in front of her as they were before. At least, she did when they were no longer too nervous. Leaps decided to stay near them, but eventually became curious and did his best to introduce himself to the strangers. At least he wasn't bothering S'ajira any more.

As Sabine resumed what she was working on, she struck up another conversation. "You should know, Peiter, I am no master alchemist. It is just something I like to do." She glanced at him, "I would not mind becoming one, though. Is there something you want to master? My guess is swordsmanship."

Surprisingly enough, Sabine did not take long to finish her first potion. It appeared to be some kind of fragrant oil with a slight luminescence to it. She left it unmarked. Rather than pack up, she began on another substance. Funnily enough, it started with melting shortening fat from the last roast that the group had. Someone less alchemically inclined might have guessed that she was making some kind of soap.