Eiliakins

Ronan yelped and jumped up when Wasaba punched the leg of his chair. "There you go," Wasaba huffed, staring up at Ronan, "I said, I need the powders and the mortar. And get me an ointment jar too." Wasaba had already fetched whatever he was able to but, being roughly as tall as Ronan's seat, he had no hope of accessing anything on the higher shelves. "Right away, sorry." Ronan bowed his head and hurried to the shelves. He rubbed his chin in thought, trying to remember which of the many ancient toolboxes was dedicated to powders. Ronan inhaled through his teeth as he browsed the shelves. He needed to get the powders, mortar and what again? He