Chapter 48: Clubs

The dim light within the cool stone walls of the alchemy lab illuminated most apparatus and potions. The instructor, a gloomy elf named Wanda, sported a baggy black robe, despite the sweltering conditions. Her blonde hair was cropped short, framed by oversized glasses that magnified her perpetually tired-looking eyes.

With a sigh that could have rivaled the desert wind, Wanda addressed the class. "Welcome to Alchemy 101," she droned, her voice lacking any enthusiasm. "Today, we'll be brushing through the basics of potion concoction, focusing on functions and limitations. Now, before any of you get starry-eyed about brewing elixirs that grant eternal youth or invisibility, this is a non-core course. Think of it as the basic of the basics. You can always choose to delve deeper next year."