According to Virelith, the journey back to Tenlor is going to take a single day since her army couldn't fit inside a single ship. Very few of them had access to horses, mainly Virelith and her close knights, and the ones that didn't simply walked. Thariel was part of the tter and despite her stronger physique, she was starting to feel the strain of being under the burning sun and silver for so long.

  Thariel checked on Sylka since she was mostly nocturnal. But it seems that her test change in schedule- waking up in the day to train, eat, and brew in human hours. - shifted the Kobold's circadian rhythm enough that she no longer minds staying up during the day.

  Thariel would have been fine too, if not for the heavyset silver armor close by. Virelith asked Thariel to be close to her for some reason so the armor she wore affected her more than usual, it wasn't so bad at first, but the influence of it became more and more visible the longer she stayed close.

  She had to put up with it for a few more hours before Virelith decided to take up camp so that her soldiers can rest. The sun on the sky is close to the ground by this point and the light it gave off is now more of a soft orange rather than the harsh beam earlier this morning.

  Thariel would have preferred to move during this time and she felt tempted to tell Virelith that it would be more efficient for them if they got up and left right now but she guessed the viliness wouldn't like to hear that. It was fine, it's not like she was in any rush and according to those around her, they would reach Tenlor by this time tomorrow so she didn't have to suffer for long.

  If they traveled for the entire night, they would be there come morning but humans aren't built for that sadly. Even even Virelith, with her access to high level magic, can only do so much before she needed to take a break and recoup. There is nothing Thariel can do but watch as everyone around her made camp, soon, campfires began to popute the local area followed by tents being put up.

  Despite the obvious fact that this camp is temporary, the gathered houses, orange light of fire, and poputed spaces made it feel like it's been here since forever. Leave it to humans to make something feel like home almost instantly huh?

  At this point, the sun had already gone down and the soldiers have either left to gather resources like water, hunt, or to scout. Soon, they'd have dinner and settle down for the night. And so would Thariel, but before that-

  "I didn't have the time or pce to talk to you earlier about your situation and how I'll be managing it so I think it's about time you know what you're in for," Virelith eyed her, the tent that surrounded them prevented any prying eyes. A magical mp sat on top of a log between the two of them. Thariel stood straight while Virelith sat on her bed, the only furniture found inside the confined space.

  Sylka is outside, with Virelith choosing to talk to her after she finishes with Thariel. Who right now is silently panicking, "I think I already know?"

  "You don't." Virelith snapped, "you're an alchemist, correct?" Thariel slowly nodded, "that makes things easy for me then, do you know how to brew other types potions? Ones that aren't just for healing or boosting?"

  "I do," Thariel confirmed, she knew a lot of recipes at the back of her head and her new physiology has helped out in remembering them as well.

  "Good to know, but I don't want you to make any potions for me." Virelith's tone had gone from demanding to casual and subtle. "It'd be a waste if that were to happen,"

  Thariel nodded, she guessed as much. It's not like Virelith is stupid enough to ask an alchemist under her control to just make potions all the time, there are other ways someone with such a profession can be used; alchemical gemstones, weaponry, and tools are just the ones she can name at the top of her head.

  "You want me to make alchemist's fire?" Thariel flinched when Virelith ughed loudly in response. "Uh-"

  "I don't have a use for that," Virelith leaned closer, "no, I want you to make me hallucinogens, components, and tinctures." Most of what she mentioned bordered on being drugs, but not quite. "If you are able to make me truth serums then all the better,"

  "Okay- okay," Thariel did her best to digest everything that Virelith told her, so she was going to do a lot of work under the vilinness and it is centered around non-potion products. She expected as much, but then she also didn't think that she'd be making drugs. Or a lesser version of them.

  "Why do I need to make hallucinogens?" Thariel asks.

  "For reasons you do not need to know," Virelith deflected.

  "Okay," that was fair, she didn't expect to get an answer right away anyway.

  "So let me get this straight, you want me to make drugs, serums, tinctures-" which is just a fancy way of saying spiritual aids, "- and truth serums?"

  "Yes. Perfect. You repeated it all in a manner that made me think you understand what I want." Virelith nodded in approval, "beyond these, I think I want you to test alchemical products, or produce original brews. Once which can keep someone living through mortal wounds maybe? Say, do you know how to modify a corpse?"

  These... Thariel closed her eyes. In the game, Virelith had a skill which "summoned" a creature in the spot where a fallen teammate would be and according to its description, it's a dead body pumped full of serum.

  "I can work on it, improve it possibly." Thariel replied, "blood magic is something I can work with as well, maybe even turn the corpse into a proper undead?"

  "That would be perfect," Virelith didn't hide her smile, "I'm looking forward to your future results."

  Thariel nodded. "I'll work hard."