Chapter 241: Feast

"A long day, I presume, O Elder" said Fler'gan as carefully held a crystalline crucible over a light blue flame with a pair of tongs. A pale white liquid boiled within the crucible, and a strange, damp smell filled the air.

"I got what I wanted to done," said Aldrich.

Getting Fler'gan started on his potion. Done.

Meeting with the chiefs, done.

Securing their alliance. A work in progress. Gerard still had not given his full seal of approval to Aldrich. But more done than not.

Getting the Blackwater students to stay on his side of their own will to maximize their performance. Mostly done as well. Most of them wanted material goods, and for that, he needed Sentinel status to get proper funding and a city that they could stay in.

"But I still have much more left to do." Aldrich sat in a chair within the confines of the cargo hold where Fler'gan's lab lay. He looked at the cramped, rectangular insides. "Like getting you a proper lab."