Master Astrid was nowhere to be seen, likely napping or avoiding the impending arrival of the kingdom’s knights. Rorona wiped a smudge of soot from her forehead. The deadline for the first assignment was tomorrow. If she failed to craft a high-quality Supplement, the workshop—her home—would be shut down forever. "Okay, Rorona, you can do this," she whispered to herself.
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A sudden knock at the door made her jump. It was Sterk, his armor clanking softly. He didn't look angry, just expectant. He was the reminder that her alchemy wasn't just about mixing ingredients; it was about proving that her craft had a place in a changing world.
Rorona turned back to the cauldron. She added a pinch of seasoned salt and a dash of well-water. The liquid began to glow a soft, rhythmic blue. It wasn't just a simple item; it was a distillation of her effort, her anxiety, and her hope.
