Breakfast was the same quality it had always been. A bit better than most would get considering how many extra customers Arran had brought to the tavern, but nothing spectacular. He got a curt nod as he left that day.<br/><br/>When he arrived at the lab though there was a rancid smell coming from the building. Someone must have let food, probably milk or eggs, go bad nearby to cause this. But no source could easily be found.<br/><br/>Jachym was inside, sleeping on top of one of his tables with a small cauldron full of a thick, yellow liquid sitting next to him. Books were strewn about everywhere and turned to odd pages. There was also a large number of notes scattered around the room, obviously written by his master based on the style.