Exhausted though I was, I spent much of the night reading through Saelran's old book of herblore and remedies to see if I could find any directions for this strange root. To my mild annoyance, I found nothing pertaining to this directly, although I did find a passage about another concoction that aids in removing the white from the eyes that is caused by age.
I allowed myself a few hours rest before getting to work on mulching, straining, heating and generally brewing this unfamiliar plant into a liquid solution. what I was left with is a yellowish tinted liquid with a somewhat oily quality. I am not entirely certain how strong it is, and I fear that applying the concoction in an undiluted form may cause more harm then good to such a sensitive organ as the eyes. With that in mind, I prepared two batches; one being far more heavily diluted than the other.
It took most of the day to complete and, as I write, I can barely keep my eyes open. Still, exhausted or not, I had to get the vials to Davick before he could leave, not that it makes any difference I think. He and Marinette seem determined to use my home as a stage to enact a revival of their relationship. I know that it is nothing personal, that they are not doing this here and now just to rub salt into my wounds, but it certainly seems that way at times.
Guvadan has departed already, I am told, and now that the concoction is complete and delivered I cannot help but hope that the other two will shortly follow in his footsteps. I need time: time without Wolf around to cloud my thoughts and time without Marinette - dear as she is to me - reminding me again and again that she has that which I spent so long yearning for. I need time apart from all that to heal and adjust to my new path.
