 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
”Boil kure? Ah, ja... I do. Back in ze Lofe Chamber.” He had whipped up a batch after a potion had flared up and bubbled over, causing his flame to lash out and get him. Ah, Jane was here too it seemed. Adam dusted his chest off and then somehow managed to get himself to his feet. Once there, he made sure his coat was straightened and not covered in milk. ”Herrin Jane, always a pleasure. How are your experiments?” He hadn’t seen much of her since she had left the Love Chamber, likely afraid one of his own experiments would blow up again. Adam’s hands were fixing his hair and wondering how he hadn’t lost his glasses. ”Let me haf a look at a zose boils, Laurel.” He held out a hand. He’d learned the hard way that sometimes magic-induced boils couldn’t be cured by any boil potion he could make and would rather not make things worse for his work wife friend.
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