As he was organizing various rune materials, the door of the workshop gently opened, and Ailan walked in with a steaming cup of herbal tea.
"Master, did you stay up late again last night?"
The tree spirit's voice carried concern: "I can sense your fatigue."
Ron accepted the teacup. The warm liquid emitted a faint mint fragrance, instantly dispelling the exhaustion left by a night of thinking.
"Thank you, Ailan." He took a light sip, feeling the soothing effect of the herbal essence in his body:
"I am considering the preparations for this trip."
"Master..." Ailan's emerald eyes flashed with a hint of reluctance: "Are you going away for long this time?"
"About two weeks." Ron put down the teacup and turned to face his loyal servant:
"But during my absence, you all have important tasks to do as well."
He walked to the desk and took out two practice plans he had organized last night:
