Varek stands at his desk, cracking his knuckles. He steps out of his cluttered lab, needing to harvest some things for a potion.

“Angel’s blood, selkie tears, might need siren scales? Hm, but naga scales work too.. maybe both?” The alchemist mutters to himself as he steps into his “sanctuary” of creatures, ignoring as the Kelpie, Aqua, makes insistent noises at him.