The light from the door lit up some features in the room beyond, but Ma'tanza could see little in the dark storage room but Tzirret squatting over an array of cups, mugs, bowls, and other vessels arranged on the ground below him. A candlelight spell hovered above him, lighting the immediate area. Tzirret jolted at the sound of the door opening and looked up to see who was there. He smiled brightly at seeing Ma'tanza's silhouette.

"Ah, Ma'tanza, you are just in time! Come in, come in." Tzirret beckoned Ma'tanza to come inside. "Close the door behind you -- er...watch your step.

The rest of the room became more apparent without the brighter torch light from outside. The candlelight lit the room well when Ma'tanza's eyes adjusted. Apart from the usual fare of a storage room, the centre was cleared out to make way for all the cups. There must have been at least forty of them, arrayed in some unknown pattern. All of them were half-full with an unknown liquid. The detail of an unattended chopping board, a mortar and pestle, and a hempen sack of seeds spoke of alchemy at work. Tzirret spent a few moments carefully adjusting the position of a couple of the cups before precariously stepping over them all to join Ma'tanza.

Tzirret took Ma'tanza's hands. "So, um..." Tzirret grinned and chuckled nervously. "This took a while. He had to get help from some apprentice alchemists he met on the march, to teach him how to do it. Tzirret hopes it works."

Running a hand over one ear, Tzirret looked over the cups unsurely. He carefully nudged one across a short distance with his foot and then paused, staring. He then perked his ears and widened his eyes. "Right! Um..." Letting go of Ma'tanza for a moment, Tzirret went to collect the sack of seeds from nearby and brought them back.