After the elf's commentary, the wind resumed its silent howl. Kozuto slowly churned the potion three more times with a small spoon before announcing. "Alright, here we are," he said, as he removed the spoon and poured it into an empty glass bottle of his. On him, he always carried three glass bottles. One contained a small bit of healing potion, one contained water, and the last was empty. The ingredients he carried were in the packs around his waist. Being a field alchemist, Kozuto had to be prepared to perform any sort of procedure with what he had, so he traveled light and with only the more effective ingredients. After it was all poured into the bottle, he handed it to Gillem. Just then, he had a sense of unease come upon him. He recoiled slightly, frowning. One of his visions (of five: his, the two sandial owls, and the two sphinx falcons) felt some creeping presence. He handed the sour potion to Gillem, then turned to the elf. "You manipulate the wind, no? Can you feel anything out of place?"
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