When the Ice Belle and Tom finally arrived at Lucas's chambers, they found him seated beside a small table, several bottles of different colours arranged neatly across its surface. He looked up as they entered and gestured for them to come closer.
"Good, you're both here. Take a seat."
Tom sat down immediately, while the Ice Belle remained standing for a moment, studying the bottles with obvious curiosity. She eventually settled beside him, her gaze moving from the potions to Lucas.
"What are those?" she asked. "You called us here, and now you have a table full of mysterious bottles. I hope you aren't planning to make us drink something unpleasant."
Lucas chuckled. "Nothing unpleasant, unless you consider becoming stronger an inconvenience."
