32nd day of Ka’len the Sea Drake
Anlas of Firulf’s Flame

All of Crossing is going crazy over an alchemy contest, meaning that I’ve spent neary a whole day pondering my tools and talking to a woodwisp in my linden tree. I’ve come up with … nothing.

We’re trying to figure out the recipe to create an explosive black powder. I enlisted the help of Rilen listing everything explosive he could think of, I thought correctly that a warrior mage would know a lot about such things. But nothing I try has worked, and at this point I’ve discovered that I am not the alchemist that I thought I was and that explosives are not my area of expertise.

Some tea and a tart, then back to work. This is such a wonderful chance to make a name for myself and my alchemical putterings… but I fear the chances of me figuring it out are slim.