The Royal Artificery Society - IC

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Z felt his stomach churn as he reads Ronce bragging about how much money he's making on the disease. He eyed the pouch and hides it away in a locket in his workshop, hoping that he could maybe use it for something good later. It didn't feel right to accept this money, especially when the commision he handed off yesterday had given him a nice cushion.

As he walks towards the archieves he looks at the current messages and the stomach churning is back at full force. At least other were able come up with something to challenge the slimy bastard. His face falls at the memory of the failed attempts he made at making a second treatment. He had really hoped he could manage to make a second one, give Ronce the worst and get the other to the market discretely. Oh well, I'll manage to spite him proper another time.

He His eyes gazes over the the rest of the messages and the commisions, and then he moves onwards towards the archieves. He had found a note that he himself wrote and somehow made himself forget. Amongst other things it mentioned that if a secret donation arrived he should just accept it and not look into it, and also noting a few neglected areas of research. The latter was probably intended to distract him for long enough that the mystery of the former would lose some of it's appeal. He wasn't sure that would work but he'd at least cleared his schedule for today and commited to go scavenge the archieve for existing research on the mind and mental magic with a particular focus on memory.