CHAPTER 23
It had been hours of trying to replicate the smell at Corian’s rooms, and they were no closer. Much as Longinus loved tinkering at his alchemy bench, even he was growing tired of the endless manipulations. He presented Rory with yet another beaker. She took a sniff and shook her head.
He nodded, and with a sigh, he turned back to the bench.
“I think we need a break,” she said. “My nose ain’t barely working no more.”
“Yes, you might be right.”
“And look, what a coincidence! I have a sword arm here” — she extended her arm — “and it needs training. Perfect way to rest up from all that smelling.”
“Alright, but just for a bit, and then we go back to identifying that smell.”
“Sure. But it’s got to be proper training. I ain’t standing like no lemon holding out a rapier.”
“That
