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The alchemist exhaled a slightly prolonged sigh through his nose, eyebrows raised thoughtfully. "Well, Aoife is used to...tumultuous times." He said rubbing at the back of his neck. "Moving from place to place, it does not phase her. But losing the guild...it has thrown Ronin and I out of sorts, I suppose you could say." They were adrift, but at least they were together. "Progress is slow. I had hoped to come here to work, but.." He trailed off with a grin, nosing towards the mud. "To men, a child, and a wagon? I had thought some defenses might be useful." That, and once he'd discovered that a certain amount of percussion made the liquid explode, he'd been too fascinated to dispose of it. With a grin, the alchemist levitated the jar away from badger and mud, setting it high on a shelf. He added a swath of cloth around it for good measure as well. "Speaking of experts, how then am I to get this mud out?" R E M I I followed your ashes into outer space