Balin and I went with Annie to nap at the Goldstone complex. We were greeted at the door by the friendly whistles of Georgie, and a burly axe wielding Jeremiah. He promised to keep watch to Annie’s obvious relief; it looked like she still subconsciously trusted her pa. I had a note sent to Copperpot then crashed and burned - hard.

After a short rest I spent the afternoon running around looking into my new ingredient.

I now had the go ahead from Jeremiah that the material was safe for consumption, corroborated by Alchemist Black.

With some discussion and experimentation, Black and I had found an efficient way to melt the Corpsejelly flesh into liquid isinglass using some monster acids. Citric or Tartaric acid were commonly used on earth, but monster acid was more readily available down here. I preferred liquid isinglass to the dried and powdered version, so getting it working so quickly was a happy break.

Finally, I was able to find a local supplier of Corpsejelly - a gnomish dungeon supplier who was about to become quite a bit richer. This stuff was going to be my secret weapon for the brewing contest, one that nobody could hope to match.

All the hard work and theorizing had come with a welcome notification.

Stat Increased: [Intelligence]!Your intelligence has increased by 1! Your new intelligence is 15!