As you look behind the altar, you recognize Ian, the temple servant. Ian
stands in front of an old wooden table and works with some of his equip-
ment. Ian is one of the novices who arrived in the last year, and he has
already made a name for himself as an expert alchemist. From time to time
you talked to him, giving him your professional advice as an enchanter.

"Hello Ian", you say. "What are you working on today?" Ian turns around
and smiles. "Ah, it is this damn..." He stops, as he recognizes that he
was going to swear again. "I mean, this difficult examination tomorrow!
I still have to prepare, but I've not enough time."

You knit your brows. "What is it? Can I help you?" Ian hesitates. For a
second he seems to be moony, far away in his own world of thoughts. Then
he pulls himself together.

"Well, one of the things I need to do is an experiment. I have to try it
on my own, but there's no rule that forbids getting help with collecting
resources."

Again you smile. "What do you need?", you ask.
