"Let's go outside and find an anthill then." Remey grabbed one of the vials of the diluted oozing vine sap and ran outside. The old man and Walker followed her each with their own vial in hand. Remey was walking slowly staring at the ground for even a hint of an anthill. Walker and the old man soon joined her looking like kids trying to find bugs to play with.
Walker was much more impressed by this method over the other possible ones. He found that his respect for the old master alchemist was growing more and more through the day. Remey had really found herself a great friend. "Found one!" Remey was crouching by a slightly built up pile of dirt that little black ants were swarming around. They had found some fallen crumbs most likely form Garret's breakfast as he left the mansion for work.
