Kavala had no idea why she was showing the perfect stranger her lab. Well, perfect was a loose term. He had a surly personality. He was opinionated with a seemingly poor education to back up his thoughts – if he thought magic destroyed the world – and was borderline rude if she was actually honest with herself. One generally didn’t come into someone else’s home and instantly start insulting them, laying judgment on their lifestyle, and basically blaming them and their kind for all the wrong doings of the world.
It was clear to her he thought all mages were insane and unstable. And yet here Kavala was being perfectly accommodating, offering him a job, and not insulting him in kind. No harm would come to the man on her watch, at least not while he was here, but then again she had something that would ensure nothing she told him would go past him or be remembered. She’d palmed a single strand of his hair off his shirt as she sniffed it, insuring she had a key to his Chavi and the ability to rewrite his memories if she needed too and things went even sourer than they were already going here.
She met his question with a smile and waved her hand outward. “Look for yourself. You tell me. What does it look like I’m doing here? Do you know what this equipment does and what it is capable of especially configured like this?” She wanted to know the extent of his knowledge and how well he knew his way around a lab. They were up on the Mezzanine in the Philtering lab and laid out there was a bunch of plants (multiple different kinds) that were neatly potted and seemingly being utilized to harvest from since they looked ‘trimmed’ and bits of plant material was scattered on the lab table before them some dried, some fresh but currently wilted, and some powdered and even liquidized. It was a processing station that looked to be investigating something about the plants. A distiller was set up, the small type that had a small burner going generating an oil bath. Attached to that was a Fractionating column with packing in it that was attached to a round bottom flask that was nestled in the oil bath. A thermometer was pressed in the cork top and a condenser ran down to an adoptor that then ran into a distillation flask. It was a slow burn and the material collecting in the flask was a pure emerald green liquid.
Kavala checked it, then raised the whole apparatus up above the charcoal burner a bit more, resetting the heat, and let it go. It looked to be one of those all-day projects.
“Our goals are simple. We investigate new materials for medicinal properties and healing qualities. Some can be gleaned through auristics but for the most part its trial and error. I’ve been working on a drug called Damaru that does something specific to the Akalak psyche that might be useful for the future. We test some things on animals and of course ourselves, but often there is a requirement for other means. We work through it.” It’s sometimes hard finding volunteers She said, her voice a bit flat, as if this part of her work upset her somewhat in terms of being frustrating.
“We’ve also had a good bit of luck working on plants that give out reproductive signals – putting mares into heat and out of heat. If I keep hard to cycle mares on the plant, their cycles regulate and its easier to get them in foal. If it’s a trait they pass on, we don’t want to keep them for breeding, but if its just an individual characteristic, then its helpful. Kelvics to keep them from cycling through their heats at inopportune times or conversely can put them in heat etc if they want to reproduce. There’s other things we are working on too.. some long term, some not so long term. Everyone here seems to have projects.” Kavala said, noting the man was still looking around uncertainly with a certain arrogance. She wondered why he was even still here if they were all that terrible.
And even more upsetting, she wondered why she couldn’t muster the energy to even be remotely be upset at how insulting he’d been. Caelum, on the other hand, was watching the guy with a certain curiosity and an it amused Kavala that he kept trying to feed the guy or else was now starved himself.
"Any more questions?" She asked, curious.