He looks up from the wall, and rubs his eyes, moistening them and wincing slightly as he does so, before standing up. He then walks around, ignoring the pain and noise of his physical form protesting the lack of movement for so long. He draws a rune on one of the walls, and leaves a note below it, telling the others he was busy in his magical lab, and when they were ready to go, they needed to touch the rune, and it would let him know that they were ready.<br/><br/>He retired to his lab, and began mixing various ingredients with an apparent abandon and careless that would have given any other mage or alchemist a heartattack of terror. Several of the potions were tossed into a special floating sphere in the lab, which absorbed the failures and spat back out the raw ingredients, while his successes were noted within one of his four journals, and then carefully shelved.<br/><br/>He looked up as one of his party touched the runes, and then looked at another section of the lab, and smiled at the ongoing project in the stasis spheres, before noting that the new specimen was proceeding beautifully, and would be ready within his initial estimate. He pocketed two of the new potions, magically recreating them on the storage rack, and then headed out of his lab, sealing the door and heading down the hallway to the common room. He stepped out of the hallway through a door that hadn't been there a moment before, right beside the rune, and nodded to the others. "Everyone ready?"