1.3b

I am gone. I cannot ignore my ailment any longer; I must seek a cure. Pardon my secrecy; I thought it best not to share my intentions, lest the local folk find themselves pressed for answers as to my whereabouts.

Do not look for me. I have left the workshop in working order so that another may take my place - namely, the alchemist skilled enough to find this message. Do with it what you will. The enclosed ledger instructs on sourcing from the best warehouses - note that the warehouse in Anslo stores the rarest metals. Godspeed.