OOC: Doesn't he have sleepy gas and explosives to organise?<br/><br/>Babs had an aerobics session that morning, and had left almost as soon as the trio came out of their meeting, with a fond goodbye to Reizu.<br/><br/>Ptricia, on the other hand was massively busy. She made a number of calls via various methods, and later in the day a number of things were delivered, some by conventional courriers, one by a grinning imp that vanished in a puff of foul smelling smoke. The main floor of her home grew cluttered as she dragged various things out of the storage levels, or rather convinced the two guys to do it for her.<br/><br/>A forge and furnace of odd design was in operation as she smithed a number of items, investing them with magical energy. Potions brewed, and metal and cloth took shape under her skilled fingers.