Aether stood at the edge of the crater, looking down on the camp. His cloak, getting blown from the back by the wind waving around without stopping. In his hand rested a small potion, filled to the brim with essence. With the rebellion and trying to keep everyone together, it has been hard to steal from people, since even if he manipulated his victim into thinking it was a noble from the Blue Rose, the others would see otherwise, and while normally they wouldn't care, since stealing is something normal.
Or at least it was, since now they were all united. He had united them, so he only had himself to blame.
What he was trying to say is that this potion was basically all the money they had, except the money they had saved for food. He had to make good use of it. And that was just what he was going to do.
