Furiously, I began to speed walk to the library and as I thought, the door was open, meaning he was in there. His scent was stronger than in my workshop and I was fully sure I was not wrong.

“Lan–“ I got interrupted by a cough.

Then I heard some things fall hard to the ground while the cough continued. I knew who it was exactly so I sped off to the location.

“Lance,” he was on the floor, trying to reach for a small jar of one of my tea.

“What’re you doing?” I panicked, still confused.

“The tea, I need more, the other one has finished,” he managed...