p style="color: #211927; font-family: Calluna, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;"The grey morning filtered through the window, touching upon the main room of Howls castle. The crackling of the sleeping fire could be heard. Nothing stirred in the seemingly empty room. That is, till a certain wizard awoke. Bounding down the stairs in a sleep fogged mind. /p
p style="color: #211927; font-family: Calluna, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;"Muttering this and that under his breath, fragmented sentences, switching between his home tongue and that of Ingary, he moved to his rather cluttered work table. Pushing aside the varied books, empty bowl and crumpled papers out of the way, the wizard began to gather odds and ends./p
p style="color: #211927; font-family: Calluna, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;"Putting them at specific points on the table, his muttering continued. The fire that was once dim, now brightened, giving light and warmth. Stretching from his place in the hearth, trying his hardest to see what the Wizard was doing. Though it was no use, With his back turned, the fire could see nothing./p
p style="color: #211927; font-family: Calluna, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;"Only moments later, a light green glow was seen, disappearing seconds later. A laugh escaped the Wizards lips. When asked by the flame what it was, the wizard turned, showing a bowl filled with a gooey substance. /p
p style="color: #211927; font-family: Calluna, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;""A new potion for the bath, Heat the water for me."/p