Excellent progress, Player. You remind me of another young Daeva who learned the secrets of alchemy with unusual felicity. A great many were jealous of his quick success.

How did he deflect their spite and ascend to the position of Master of Alchemy? By hard work, and honest sweat!

No matter how well you're doing, don't rest content. Keep at it. Keep striving for more.

Player: "I understand."

I had something else to tell you...what was it, again?

Ah, yes! I'd like you to deliver this Looter's Spellbook personally to Fraiban in the Abyss.

That's like popping over the street to visit the neighbors for you, isn't it?

Player: Accept.

Marvelous. Here, take this. I bound the spellbook up with a cord, so you could carry it more easily.

Fraiban is in the Primum Landing. You can't miss him.

Well, what are you waiting for? Off you go!

Player: "I'm gone."

You're welcome to browse, [%userclass], but our selection isn't up to its usual standard right now. If you'd come yesterday....

To be honest, I can't blame Pandaemonium. They've kept up the deliveries, right enough. It's just that I can't keep anything in stock. As soon as anything arrives, it's snapped up.

Player: "Well, here's something from Honir."

Honir sent this package?

Well, I'll be! He actually sent what I ordered. He often sends the wrong thing. I expect his brain may be too packed to remember new things.

Um. You won't tell Honir what I just said...? Here, take your reward. Quickly!