It wasn't every day that the Hlare were sought out over the Mwani - generally the Mwani came to them and the Hlare operated off their specific requests. But this particular lioness had been adamant that she didn't believe a healer could help her; at least she had no injuries of note and therefore something more medicinal might help. She hadn't given any further details, but the Mwani had at least communicated the visitor's intention and Zephyr had agreed to receive her.
Hindsight indicated that she really should have asked for the date and time, but given she hadn't done so, Zephyr had had no other choice than to clean everything up early. Her collaborative research with the Stormborn had been shuffled to one side for the time being, and her standard concoctions and day to day brewing were placed carefully off to one side. It left the majority of her den free to move around in, even if she couldn't entirely remove the distinct smell of brewing herbs or peculiar substances from the air.
...Ah, but such was the life of an alchemist. Most days they could smell very pretty, if unusual; other days they smelled like death and this was generally down to a mistake with their ingredients. Fortunately, she hadn't chosen today to investigate some of the toxins that the Stormborn had brought; the gods only knew how those might smell whenever she finally got down to trying to brew them in to something that could cause necrosis.
Urgh, she didn't even want to know what it would smell like when she began to test it!
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