Growing impatient with Doak's lack of answering, Jack lets himself in to find an empty room, with a nightstand table littered with papers, open books, an unstoppered inkwell, and scrawled notes strewn about.
Muttering to himself about people not being home when you want to talk them, he instead writes as polite a note as he can on one of the empty leafs of paper.
Doak,
I don't know if you will find this quite as interesting as I have, or how far along in your studies you are-- I know you are working with the same books as I am, since I recognize the set I got from the librarian as the same ones you grabbed from the tower, and know you are actively studying them. However, I had some degree of success today in getting some mushrooms to grow in a controlled setting. Among the produced 'shrooms was a rather unusual one that I suspect may have alchemical applications.
I only have the one cap available, but you will find the pertinent section for cultivation in the third book in the set. I have left half of the specimen to make a "print" (again, per the relavent chapter in the third book) on the corner of this note. With some luck and practice, it should help you cultivate this variety yourself as well, should you have any success with your endeavors.
I intend to try to set up a larger scale attempt at some point tomorrow, assuming we dont all go run off to get ourselves killed instead. Feel free to stop by, and we can compare notes, or work together on that project. If we can swing it, we can make use of the reagent exchange with the apothecary, using the results of the experiment. Perhaps we can use that to better equip these damn fool kids that are hell bent on rushing in where angels fear to tread with a small hoard of potions. If you come across anything similarly useful, please share.
---Jack
After penning the document, he extracted the jar containing the special mushroom, then carefully tore the mushroom cap in half, and placed one half on the corner of the note, and returned the other to his jar, then stoppered the ink well, before leaving the room.
Why were people never around when you wanted to see them?