Mierlays had lied; Vivian had not escaped. The girl was sitting in an office within the Tower of Alchemy, accompanied naturally by Pannis, whose head faintly emitted a burnt scent. Before the girl was a long table, across which sat eight mages scattered in disarray. On the table were six small boxes, neatly packed with bottles of blue potions, the labels on the bottles clearly indicating the names of the potions. Outside the boxes, several opened crystal bottles were scattered; some were empty, and some still contained some liquid, a slightly pungent odor emanating from them, making the office smell more like a laboratory for mages. Indeed, except for the peculiar presence of Pannis, everyone else in the room was a special creature who usually soaked themselves in laboratories and refused to leave. To them, such an unusual smell was as comfortable as being at home, at least that's how it appeared from their demeanor.