"There are far worse ways to spend ones time," he says, his smile a shade rueful. Aimlessly wandering a city with no coin to your name was certainly among them, for Felix. It had occurred to him that selling what was left of his rings might resolve that problem, but he's loathe to give them up entirely, even ruined as they are.

"I never quite acquired an understanding of potion-making, sadly. Is your shop here in Didymos as well? I'd love to see it." If only for academic reasons, considering he had nothing to buy and no reason to do so anyway. Botany had always fascinated him, as well as any of the magic that stemmed from plants and flowers, but Malkar had insisted the art was impractical.