The misty soap bubble ripples and bursts the moment Kit takes the hint and heads for the alchemy labs. Its task was fulfilled; the wizard responsible for that little sentinel has had enough expending that much effort to drag a neglectful, forgetful dwarf out of his hiding place. Kit is able to make the walk without a pair of ghostly eyes hovering over his shoulder.

Once Kit storms his dwarven self through the lab doors, he will discover none other but the Dragon hard at work, whose well-gloved, long hands are busy at work delicately pouring vials of Lyrium powders into warmed flasks. He does not bother to look up immediately, instead frowning deeply as he takes great care to finish his pouring. He eventually sets the empty vial aside and fixes a glare on the man.

"As thrilled as I would be to leave you notes and messages like some scorned lover," he bites out, "I've already seen how well you've done following my initial instructions. If you expect me to leave you and my work to your own devices after a month of God-knows-what-you've-done-with-it, then you're in for a shock." He extends an upturned palm and crooks his fingers, beckoning the dwarf to come closer.

"Let me have it."