[color=#44b8ff]“This is what I mean by talking to one of the old people first. To change a variable, even minutely, and record it would require you to experiment. Adjusting the quantities is the first step I imagine. Increments of five or tens are usually the scale.” [/color]He paused, an idea coming to mind. [color=#44b8ff]“You could use a statistical probability model, though it may throw up more variables than you wish to test, but sleep? What is that I wonder?”[/color] Even as he spoke his finger danced along the strings silently, the pace quickening as his mind veered through scientific formulae.
Fee would not mind in the slightest. In fact she was grateful for the distraction her presence brought considering the almost hermit existence of the nobleman. Most in his position would be courting the halls and soiree’s of various other houses, hoping to get a foot in on the dance that was the Grand Game. Rene couldn’t care less about such social protocol. His brother did a fine enough job navigating the shark infested waters, but he was content to remain on the outer edges looking in and pitying the efforts of others.
[color=#44b8ff]“I would argue that physician’s spend years tailoring their craft to individuals, mages though, have the advantage of seeing the threads of magic with their gift. But I grant you that knowing exactly the right quantity for a tonic or potion and its intended patient is to be considered.” [/color]
Rene snickered at her conclusions, [color=#44b8ff]“‘No’ is not always in my vernacular. Not when it comes to academia and the furthering of our understanding of life, the universe and everything we know.”[/color] His brows furrowed, eyes lighting up with amusement. [color=#44b8ff]“Really? Who? Forgive me Ophelia, but I rarely leave my office or lecture hall. Only Francis in the Brewery Science department holds any attention from me.”[/color] Not strictly true, but sometimes the University gossip lacked anything of substance.
Fee would not mind in the slightest. In fact she was grateful for the distraction her presence brought considering the almost hermit existence of the nobleman. Most in his position would be courting the halls and soiree’s of various other houses, hoping to get a foot in on the dance that was the Grand Game. Rene couldn’t care less about such social protocol. His brother did a fine enough job navigating the shark infested waters, but he was content to remain on the outer edges looking in and pitying the efforts of others.
[color=#44b8ff]“I would argue that physician’s spend years tailoring their craft to individuals, mages though, have the advantage of seeing the threads of magic with their gift. But I grant you that knowing exactly the right quantity for a tonic or potion and its intended patient is to be considered.” [/color]
Rene snickered at her conclusions, [color=#44b8ff]“‘No’ is not always in my vernacular. Not when it comes to academia and the furthering of our understanding of life, the universe and everything we know.”[/color] His brows furrowed, eyes lighting up with amusement. [color=#44b8ff]“Really? Who? Forgive me Ophelia, but I rarely leave my office or lecture hall. Only Francis in the Brewery Science department holds any attention from me.”[/color] Not strictly true, but sometimes the University gossip lacked anything of substance.
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