Arran got a wave from Marco as he ran out, the man was in his chair near the window once more. Smoking his pipe and looking out at the town was how he spent any time he wasn't cooking. The town was as busy as normal during the day. Farmers and tradesmen were walking through with carts or large baskets to the city, the smith was hammering something in his forge, and a few kids wandered about the streets. Luckily for him, his father's route to the market was in the early morning so he didn't have to worry about the man suddenly appearing.<br/><br/>The laboratory door was opened slightly when he arrived and he found Jachym carefully mixing random, to Arran anyway, liquids.<br/><br/>"I'll be right with you, just need to finish this." He said without turning around as the two swirled together and changed color, also a small layer of frost appeared on the flask. With the fluids done the man turned to his apprentice and shook his head. "We'll need to do something about your hair for tonight. Here drink this."<br/><br/>He handed the flask he just finished pouring things into to Arran and started speaking again in a lecturing tone. "Potions are one of the methods that you can use magic without spending mana, but they are a very precise art that I'll teach you once you have control over your spells."