[ He didn’t expect any less. Tenn places the bundled container on the worktable, freeing it gently from its' confines. The layers fall away from a pure light trapped within, sealed tightly with wax around the cork. When he angles the jar to one side, the glow slides like liquid against the glass. Tenn’s voice is calm as he explains. ]

This is True Water. It’s from the river under the academy. [A small frown.] I’d take you there, but it’s off limits now.

[ He tried to coax Goliath into bringing him recently, but the tortoise refused, so Tenn didn’t press. He motions to the book and copied notes on the table. ]

According to this book I discovered in the library, it enhances forging techniques. Have you heard of it?