Amelia turned back to her desk, "No, I'm just focused on work. You forget that I'm not going to live three hundred years. I'm not going to live and die in my fathers shadow and I'd at least like my own shop before I'm an old lady." the alchemist sighed and unfastened her potion belts then carefully laid them out on her desk. "Should I bother asking why the delay or is that to be a mystery as well? I don't think we need such preparations to take a simple bandit-held fortress. I'm certain even just the two of us could take it. We've certainly killed our share of brigands in the past." Amelia moved to the back of the wagon, settling upon her bed and crossing one leg over the other.