[h1][b][i][color=#1d7386][center]Elodea[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://image.ibb.co/d3kmzn/elii_2.png[/img][/center][hr][hr]A small tin of something heavy thumped onto the work surface, bringing a brief tinkling from nearby bottles. Ellie dusted of her hands. Above, the sounds of combat were all too audible. Delilah had been unmistakable. But that seemed distant and far away; right now, Ellie’s focus was on her craft, her hands kept steady not just by the numbweed she sill chewed. 

The slight elf went to work, transferring a purple-brown extract made from the leached ash of several species of seaweed into a larger brown-glass container for dilution, before setting it aside – a quick task. Ducking down, she retrieved a pestle and mortar of solid, trusty granite, requiring her to use two arms to lift, and even then, her muscles shook. Various herbs, roots and dried samples of kelp and other marine plant life flew from their containers into the mortar, elven hands moving deftly. They were ground up, their ratios and quantities somehow tracked by Ellie, even though many were near identical. 

Whilst she worked, she hummed a simple tune, a favourite of her brother’s.