<em>Maphaha?</em>Arran had no idea. Probably just a mumbled nothing word. Still, the spell he cast to wake up was awesome. Despite being a farm boy for all of his life barring the past few weeks, and supposedly waking with the dawn, Arran was not the best waker. Usually he was well into milking the cattle before he was really aware of the world around him - and that was far from the first chore his father, Ulrin, set out. Even better, did it work on hangovers? The apprentice thought he'd be keen to ask his teacher to show him that spell, if the opportunity presented itself.<br/><br/>"Sir," His guilt wouldn't let him get that distracted. But he spoke as went to find one of the measuring beakers he was getting more familiar with. He didn't want to get one pint of magical potion wrong. "I forgot to tell you last night. But there is a plague in Highfax. They think it is not natural. Could we lend a hand." He smiled as best he could, filling the beaker. It was a little over the one pint mark, so he poured a little out before giving the viscous yellow liquid an experimental sniff, then because he wanted to have Jachym in the most positive of spirits to answer that request, he immediately took a first gulp - hoping the taste wouldn't overwhelm him. Even if it was foul, he'd smile again, turn slightly to make his dress move, then continue drinking.