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[color=steelblue]"Oh my...how scandalous."[/color] The red haired wizard said to himself as he re-read the translated transcription he made of the last of the two scrolls. While the first scroll was a rather mundane letter of complaint regarding a jar of preserved fish missing one fish from the rest and the author going on about being compensated one missing fish. This scroll was a confession of the chamberlain of the ancient noble house of Baintol. Particularly the exile of a number of servants after bearing the children of a certain heroic figure by the name of Otto du Baintol. More commonly recognized as the slayer of the false king Allant first hero king of the Baintol Monarchy in the far West. [color=steelblue]"Otto you horndog, this is quite dangerous information. Best to keep this under lock and key for another eternity; lest it spark some inner conflict or, Makers forbid, a full blown civil war."[/color] Rudolph muttered to himself as he stood up from his work table with both ancient and recently made scrolls in one hand and his wand in the other. [color=steelblue]"[b][i]Pórta[/i][/b]"[/color] A small ball of teal colored manifested in between the prongs of the wand as he flicks his wrist in a circular motion to create a small portal roughly 30 cm in diameter. Carefully, Rudolph slips the old and new scrolls into the portal and with another wrist rotation, the portal disappears. [color=steelblue]"Baintol already has its plate full dealing with that dragon taking roost somewhere in their borders. Folks deserve a break."[/color] He says while walking over to the impromptu distillery set up and checking on the half full container of the distilled liquid.

The liquid in question was crystal clear and smelled faintly of freshly cut grass. A good sign that the distillation process was a success. Satisfied with the quality, he then moves onto bottling and potency enhancement. Similarly with the booster potions, he equally separates the liquid and imbues the liquid with magical energy to increase its potency. With four 500 ml bottles filled with the mana potion concoction he was set to deliver them to the village's two runesmiths. Placing the bottles in his satchel, he raises an open palm to the still lit flame on the metal plate and with one word, extinguishes the flame. [color=steelblue]"[b][i]Págos[/i][/b]"[/color] A stream of sub-zero magical frost bursts from his open palm. But there was a little too much power behind the spell and the plate, cauldron, and the immediate area got encased in ice. [color=steelblue]"Oops. Uhh...I guess I'll leave clean up to you guys."[/color] He snaps his fingers and the unseen servants go to work. Knowing that the unseen servants likely got the situation under control, Rudolph gets a clean pair of outside shoes and leaves his tower. 

He was out to do business, but it was also a 15 minute walk to the village proper. No point in wasting a relaxing stroll through the main road heading to Lorenstad. So Rudolph did.