6.53 - Impure Essence
Most of Broken Tusk had recovered by the next day. The happy couple was sequestered in their tower, all drunks had been refreshed, and Theo sat at the table in his manor. Sarisa and Rowan still weren’t well enough to cook breakfast, but they could make it to Xam’s to buy some food. It was soup again, which was good enough for the alchemist.
“Did you two even wake up yesterday?” Theo asked, poking his spoon at both Rowan and Sarisa.
“No,” Rowan said, groaning. “I’m still feeling it.”
“I know. If only our resident alchemist could make a cure…” Sarisa winked about ten times at Theo.
“Oh, there is a cure for hangovers using alchemy,” Tresk said, nodding to herself. “But we don’t have the plant.”
“Of course we don’t. Why would we have nice things?” Sarisa groaned, slamming her head into the table.
“I fell asleep in here.” Rowan had a distant look on his face, as though viewing the events from yesterday. “Forgot about the mini-Dreamwalk. That was some freaky stuff.”
“You control that dream. You know that, right?” Sarisa asked. “So whatever you dreamed of was your fault. What was it?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Rowan said, going pale.