Master Of None

"Why are you so dead set on going to Remey again?" Alma had taken some time off so that she could spend it with Gil. She wanted to see what he was thinking about becoming a main member of the elven community after a proper ceremony. Yet, she was surprised to find that he was planning to head right to Remey after he had spent the entire time in the forest elf area of Genesis.

"I want wind affinity potions along with any other affinity potions she will make me. If my wind affinity is improved temporarily I might be able to make insanely powerful wind elemental arrows. And, if I have a weaker affinity for other elements, then I will need help making string elemental arrows that are not wind." This was the logical conclusion for him after he had thought about his current situation.

"With this clothing, I can better make arrows and use them. It helps a lot but not enough. I need to be the best I can be to live up to the standards set for me." Gil had taken the elves very seriously. They had made a grand gesture of welcoming him in to their society with their ceremony.

He had known he was already part of the elven society. Yet, having it said and shown in such a way had pushed him to develop a whole new level of commitment. He was human, that would be who he was forever. However, he was not a representative that many elves looked up to. That meant he needed to live up to and beyond their views of him.

Seeing this pure determination, Alma was speechless. She felt her heart beat and face flush in approval. She couldn't have imagined that Gil's heroic tendency would not be limited to just helping people. He wanted to represent them in their drive to become better. The elves would have a whole generation inspired by a human that had helped change their culture for the better.

"Then you will need to keep up with me!" Alma had done her own training. This let her run ahead of Gil in surprise. "That is if you can!" Her small giggle was all that Gil needed to hear. He rushed after her all the way to the alchemy guild where he found a larger crowd than expected.

"Please maintain your line and wait to be called on. The potions are still available for everyone participating in the battles ahead!" The shouts of staff were clear. They were selling the potions to those that may need them during the battles in the coliseum starting soon.

"I assume there are many warriors trying to cover their weaknesses since the battles will allow for a magical potion as well." Alma had already seen the new posters. There were multiple levels of compassion based on age and type of battle.

"Oh, makes sense. If a mage goes up against their opposite element then they might want some resistant potions. Or if a fist fighter wanted to counter magic they might want something similar. What I think will be tough are the people that try and rely on mana and healing potions to win. They don't realize the fatigue that builds up is more dangerous than the injuries they heal."

This was a very hard lesson for some people to learn. Some will rely on healing potions not realizing that the injuries healed are not fully healed. The body can only heal so fast and the wound will be weak for some time. Then the mana potions will only do so much. Yes, they can refill mana for someone to use. But, they don't deal with the mental strain. The weakened mental capacity could easily cause someone to mess up and harm themselves.

"It will be a good thing that many mages were hired to put up protective barriers. Some of them are even master mages from various taxes." Alma had spoken with the water and flame elves who had volunteered for the positions. There were even a few sent over from the forest elf city after the queen had heard of the competition.

"I think it's even better that a few wandering mages were drawn by the mage tower in advance. They were able to bargain for time studying the tower or on the elemental floors so that they would act as assistants during the fight.

"Miss Alma, Sir Gil. Please feel free to head to the floor you need to venture to. But the three guild masters are all busy." One of the attendants managed to get Gil and Alma's attention to tell them this.

"It's alright, we are only here to steal away some potions from Remey. She should be fine if I offer her a snack or two." Gil had brought some sandwiches from the leftover roasted meats that Walker's mother had made the night before. He had to stop by the mansion to clean up and wash his clothing in the morning.

"I know they are busy, but this is something else. I can see that the lecture halls are over crowded." Alma pointed out the multiple lecture halls where master alchemists were speaking about their theories or the basics of potion making in general.

"I don't think I saw on their class board that Remey was teaching anything today. I bet she is stuck with paperwork and will want someone to give her a break." Gil felt very confident in this while climbing the stairs. However, when they reached the lab near her office, they heard strange growls.

"Umm, Remey?" Gil gave a soft push to the door only to find that Remey was sitting silently while two dragon hatchlings circled her watching very tiny movements. "Well, how about that?" Gil found the sight very strange and unexpected. Yet, he wasn't really sure what he would have found.

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