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Rohan had been in a few labs before. He wasn’t a big fan of them. They were sterile, full of chemicals that one errant twitch could set ablaze. At least the woods didn’t have any authority inside a place like that, though. He was the sort of wizard that humans termed an artificer, the ones that made magical artifacts, but he saw it a bit different. It was less making some magical device to him, and more bleeding small dregs of his curse into a piece of wood. It wasn’t a science, and Rohan felt a bit more at home in a workshop full of chisels and saws than a lab with centrifuges and fume hoods.

They had such things here, but being here at this stage meant being out of his comfort zone.

Digging through his assortment of magical gear, Rohan took the page that Marino gave them. He fished an old leather-backed journal out of a bag at his side, and carefully stuck the page under the front cover.

[color=298e25]”Is there anything specific we need to bring?”[/color] He asked. [color=298e25]”Spellbooks, tools, familiars- I’ll make sure to show up ready.”[/color]

"Tools will be provided. Not everyone here is accustomed to the demands of artificery but if you have something more personal you'd prefer to use, I certainly wont discourage you. The form and material will all be decided by the coven as a whole; I've seen everything from rubber to glass to meteorite." Sariel replied.

[color=298e25]"Right... Okay."[/color] There were two of them here in his new coven he wasn't terribly familiar with. Finley wasn't someone he [i]liked,[/i] even if he could easily get along with them as long as he had a sword. They were all pretty much strangers in one way or another, so he'd have to fix that soon. Rohan had hung around the forest, and the inverted things in it that tried to kill him, for long enough he needed to readjust to being around people again. Same as always.