Balandar apparated into his home to find books strewn about the place. Ancient tomes lay open on the floor, aged manuscripts shuffled around in haste. What was this? The scene reverberated within his psyche, reminding him of his abduction not a year ago by Casca's agents. The hairs of his neck stood at attention as he moved carefully through his Villa. He slipped a hand into his reagent pouch, lightning ready to let loose from his fingertips. Whomever was responsible for this intrusion had now been long gone. Balandar was yet uneasy. He waved his hand, the books and scrolls that lay on the floor seemed to effortlessly float up and find their places on the shelf. Balandar snapped his fingers and immediately the room was filled with the light of flickering candles. He was quite sure he knew what the intruder was searching for. He removed a leather bound tome from his pack and placed it on the stone table. The light from the nearby skull candle illuminated the words "Alchemical Devastation." Balandar sat down and opened the tome. Inside he skimmed the pages briefly and settled on one in particular. "What a peculiar combination of ingredients", he thought. With a dismissing smile he leaned back in his chair, excited at the task that lay ahead...