Alyssandra<br/><br/>She hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep the night before; the sun’s morning rays felt like sand being rubbed into her eyes.  But, try as she might, she could not find rest.  Wearily she climbed from her bed and dressed, in a green peplos of some light fabric, and took a bite of breakfast before returning to the lab.<br/>The lab was by far the largest room of the house, though it was so full of various instruments and reagents there was not much available space to move in.  The first thing she noticed upon entering was the iron pot happily bubbling over the hearth – proving the events of the previous night had indeed happened.  The roots in the broth looked about ready.<br/><br/>OOC: Roll against Chemistry at 15 At 2009-02-28 17:29:42, missbehaved (uid: 5242) rolls: 3d6 DC: -15 Result: 6 (http://elliquiy.com/diceserv/index.php?r=8559) Success.<br/><br/>Using a pair of copper thongs, Alyssandra lifted the roots from the iron pot and placed them in a shallow bowl.  The ground cardamom seed was poured into the dish as she mashed the roots to a sticky, pungent paste and rolled it in dried lemon leaves.  Four small ‘loaves’ were placed on the window to rise in the first rays of the morning sun.<br/>Setting the root-mash to digest, Alyssandra took a moment to consider what had happened last night.  She didn’t remember much, only the strange man and the feeling of dread.  Perhaps aiding the man wasn’t the wisest course of action…  Then again, when had she ever taken the cautious route in the past?<br/>This mindless task completed, Alyssandra returned to the lab to work on more worth her while.<br/>