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After gathering the ingredients he needed for the delivery and ensuring that the plants were still healthy, Rudolph returns to the top of his home. The experiment room had, thankfully, returned to its tidy and sanitary conditions prior to his morning experiments. Wasting no time, he approaches the lab and sets down the handful of ingredients he needs to create the potions. The wizard then sets up a cauldron on a stand before laying down a rather thick plate of charred iron underneath the stand. He opens his hand and takes aim at the iron plate. [color=steelblue]"[b][i]Fotiá[/i][/b]"[/color] Almost instantaneously, a bolt of blue flame shot out of his hand and struck the plate. The blue flame stuck itself upon the plate and kept on burning brightly despite the lack of visible fuel. With the flame now heating the cauldron, Rudolph snaps his fingers and soon afterward a bucket of fresh water floated up the stairs from the lower floor. [color=steelblue]"Thank you."[/color] He says to nobody in particular before pouring the clear water inside the cauldron. With the water heating up, he turns his attention to the ingredients; separating the grass pods and white cap mushrooms from the snowberries and rock flower seeds. 

Grabbing his mortar and pestle, he crushes and grinds the snowberries and rock flower seeds together until the two formed a chunky paste. Setting the paste aside, he brings out a mezzaluna and chopping board to thoroughly mince the grass pods and white cap mushrooms. Rudolph then places the minced items into a small crucible and set it up on a tripod over a lit burner, letting them roast. The telltale sounds of bubbling signified that the water had reached the appropriate level of heat for use. He returns to the chunky paste, and prepares two test tubes, two small funnels, and a straining cloth before he plops the paste onto the straining cloth and using his magic to telekinetically squeeze out all the dark blue juice into the funnel two separate containers in equal amount. He then reaches for a wooden ladle before carefully transfers the boiling water into the beakers until the opaque dark blue liquid turned semi translucent. [color=steelblue] Now for the finishing touch...[/color] Rudolph rubbed his hands together and grabbed his [url=https://cdn.thingiverse.com/renders/c3/93/bf/3b/98/17794b17aef7e7fb8f8591d4a2e3db12_preview_featured.jpg]wand[/url]. With a swish and flick of his wrist, the concoction swirls and glimmers inside the test tubes before settling down and producing a faint glow. 

Most alchemists would have left their brews near a mana crystal and wait for the magic to take hold and increase the potency of the brew, but Rudolph found a method used by some ancient alchemists to increase the potency of created potions on short notice. Most notably during war and battles when healing potions needed to mend wounds or to rejuvenate a caster's mana pool for that matter in a matter of moments. There's troves of useful but long forgotten spells, techniques, and other goodies waiting to be rediscovered in Rudolph's library...but that was a topic for another day. 

Corking the booster potions and putting them away safely in his satchel, he uses the remainder of the water in the cauldron for the mana potions. The recipe he knew called for the distillation of the boiled water and roasted ingredients mixture. Simple enough with the equipment he had on available. Pulling out a pot lid with a cork and rubber tube installed into it, a condensing tube, and a large container it was simply a matter of waiting for the distillation process to finish. Enough time for him to decipher a scroll or two. Similarly with the bucket of water, with the snap of his fingers a couple of aged papyrus scrolls floated up from the library in the ground floor. The half-elf then takes a comfortable position on his work desk and begins to decipher the ancient text while the sounds of the outside birds chirping and the dripping of the condenser accompanied the sound of his quill scratching upon parchment paper.