That afternoon.
Graven went back to the forest where his friend, Terros the healer resides, he brought some food ration for the old man. He placed the stuff on the floor of the balcony of the healer's bamboo house.
He went to the table and found the old man mixing herbal medicines in the table.
"What' are you doing, old man?" Graven inquired.
"Mixing some roots..." replied Terros. "Why are you standing there? Have a seat," he said.
Graven lowered himself on the chair. "So... what is the update of your study about the black liquid?" he asked.
"I have a problem with it, because every time I put some liquid in a bowl to study it, it will start to fade away, leaving no dust particles at all," Terros said with a sigh.
"Are you giving up on analyzing it?" he asked.
