By Small Steps
Twelfth Day of the Ninth Month 294 AC
The first thing Richard noticed on stepping through the heavy lead-lined door was the smell. It was neither foul nor fair but something of both sweet and sour, bitter as brine and fresh as spring air. He could not even see magic properly in here from all the vials on the walls and the strange tubes bubbling away, spirals of hardened glass and silver coiling around the chamber like many-colored serpents, the color of auras dancing before his eyes.
Now where is Trainer in all this?
"Ser Knight.. er, what can I do for you?" the sandy-haired boy asked as she stepped out from some nook in the back of the laboratory. Granted, he was not that much younger than Richard, but the catch in his voice marked him as such regardless.
"I have a question about your craft and I was wondering if you could help me with it," he replied, sliding a box of healing salve across the table between them. The thing was so smooth it almost flew off, but to his credit Trainer caught it deftly.
"I will do my best, but I must confess I cannot think of any matter of the arcane in which I would know more about than Her Majesty the Imperatrix..."
"Her Majesty is currently trying to make sense of the Wall up North, and she was never much of one for potions and philters anyway."
The boy nodded cautiously and looked over the box in his hand. "This is fine work, Royce Alchemical works made, of course. They do excellent distilling and produce in far larger batches than could otherwise be managed."
"Can you make it better, though, if it was just you working on it and time was no matter, nor coin either?"
"Er... perhaps." It was clear he was unsure what Richard was getting at but did not quite know how to ask what he was about.
"I know there are potions that can do better, but you have to uncork a vial and drink it when you might have better things to be doing with your mouth in the middle of a fight. I want something like that, that can be applied by someone else right on the wound, just stronger."
Something that would have woken you up faster, so you wouldn't have been dead weight when your liege was fighting for his life. The knight swallowed the bitterness, it would do no good now. Next time he would do better, he vowed.
For a long moment the young mage was silent. "Is aura strength a concern?" he asked at last.
Clever lad, Richard thought, offering a small approving nod. He had not gotten it right, of course, but he was using his head and that was always good to see. "No, this is for use in areas where higher spells can't be counted."
"I shall see what I can do, Ser Knight," Trainer said at last. "I make no promises save of diligence."
"And I do not expect more than that, nor does the Imperator," Richard said in parting, leaving the alchemist to his work.
OOC: I know you guys were expecting a Mereth interaction, but Richard is really not the sort to go bear his feeling every time something bad happens, he is more inclined to do all he can to make sure the bad thing does not happen again. Better healing salve is the sort of thing that is too simple for new form research actions so I thought why not show a companion doing something on their own initiative on this.