HM Hendrik returns to his office after getting the necessary supplies from Professor Airlia. He knows he has to start preparing the ingredents for what they were planing but his heart was heavy at the thoughts of what could happen if things were to go wrong. He placed a fine sive over a bowl and dumped the armadillo bile onto it.

"There, that should strain out of the dregs, should take some time...awfully thick stuff this bile. I'll check on this later today to see how it's comming along."

Slowly he placed the unicorn horn in a mortarand began to grind it into a fine power with the pestle. As he ground the horn, large bits of it began to break off. He removed the larger pieces from the mortar, setting them aside and continued grinding the smaller ones into dust. Every so often, he added more bits of the unicorn horn to the mortar. When he thought he had enough unicorn horn powder, he carefully took out his scale and weighed the power.

"Hmmmm...let's see...I need about 94 grams...." He looked at the scale. It read 90.2 g. "Just a bit more...."

He took a few of the smaller pieces, ground them into a fine powder and added it to the scale, "...92.8 grams...just a bit more....ah! There! 93.6 grams of unicorn horn powder."

He carefully wrapped the rest of the horn in a piece of cloth and placed it in a pocket of his robe. He then added the powder to one of his cauldrons and placed it on a high shelf in his office to await the addition of the armadillo bile.

*mumbling to himself* "...let's hope this doesn't fall into to wrong hands....have to ensure she remains safe...."