Aldric's POVA knock sounded on my door and a familiar voice asked. "Orven, the seer, is here, My Lord?"Orven. I'd been waiting to see him for weeks. We agreed he would hasten up with his work because no one could predict when the Dractharis would be back, but I didn't hear from him until now. "Let him in."I pushed the bowl of grapes on my table away and waited for him to step in. Orven entered in his flowing white robe. He bowed his head right away. "My Lord.""Orven," I said. "Sit down. Why did you take so long?""Remember I told you it would take some time to find all the spiritual ingredients needed to make the potions.""Yes. Did you find them?""Yes, My Lord."He eased into a seat opposite mine. Right away, he pulled out a small leather case from under his robe and set it on the edge of my table. It was old. The leather was cracked with age. He unclipped the fastening and opened it.Inside were seven vials. Each one no wider than two fingers. The liquid inside was deep amber
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