The door of the place clicked behind him, leaning on the smooth wood as he took in the room and its contents. The ghoul seemed to ignore who it was intruding on as it investigated the plants, rubbing leaves between fingers and sniffing. It appeared Mizat knew what he was doing and looking for, which he did… kind of. Not really. Textbook knowledge and pictures didn't live up to their real world counterparts. The only plants he had familiarity with would simply not do for what was needed. 

Celabrin looked up from her desk as the ghoul entered. She eyed him curiously wondering why he was in here, he knew this room was off limits to everyone, except maybe Bawzel but even then she wouldn't be comfortable with it. Unable to tolerate it any longer she blurted out "Mizat, what in Ifreann are you doing!" She noticed the plant he was smelling had the potency to kill in its raw form and hoped it would have an effect on the little brat.

He sniffed at the oddly bright, purple hued leaves suddenly feeling like he was breathing in embers His head felt as if a pressure was building. That pressure popped with Celabrin’s shout, startling the little ghoul enough to produce a jump and a small noise that may have announced possible heart failure.

“Don’t shout!” It barked in return, rubbing its temples. “I am trying to find [i]things[/i]…” His fingers left his head, hands dangling by its side as its guard dropped “I need your help” Those grey orbs refused to meet Celabrin, staring at the plants as if suddenly what he sought would jump out at him. Its neck snapped, eyes glaring “I just can’t find anything in this mess of yours” 

Celabrin stood up covering up the concoction she was working on with a cloth. She listened to Mizat's frustrated words. "Why do you need something from in here?" she asked him letting annoyance colour her words placing a hand on her hip. "It's not a mess you just have to know what to touch and what not to!" She said with growing anger, nobody was allowed in this room.

He backed slowly, fear taking root in the pit of his stomach. This was quickly wilting into a bad idea; while she could not kill the ghoul Celabrin had more than enough knowledge and power to make it quickly think death would be far sweeter. 

“You have the best supply of plants in all of the Underkeep; you’re the only one I’d think would have what I’ll need for tomorrow…” He was quickly shrinking like a violet under her boiling anger, hitting the door of the room with its back finding nowhere left to run. “Master makes it look easy” It began, really wishing it was not in the position to admit its shortcomings “But, I’ll need help. I’ve never done this before, not quite like this. I think I can get it down but…” It was essentially rambling, voice quickening as its fingers danced against its thigh. 
Words dying and being replaced by a strange humming for several long moments. “I’ll need a lot more magic…” 

Celabrin considered his words for a short while, they could not ask Bawzel, he had trusted them with this, and they had no time to walk. She turned away for a second and uttered a few words under her breath. When she turned around she was someone else, with long blonde hair and blue eyes wearing a yellow dress. "You forget I have magic too, little one." She waved her hand and was herself again, "With a little practice you could channel my raw mana and use it to fuel the spell." 

The small one watched like a kitten, curiosity taking the better of him as he listened to those muttered words- undecipherable but the purpose was obvious enough as he spotted the blonde locks and bright blue eyes. "I didn't know you needed [i]incantations[/i] for magic, Celabrin" The thing grinned, smirked truly as it soaked in that fact. It could be considered a talent, how easily the child became smug.
It leaned lazily against the smooth door, considering her next words for a moment "That... could very well work." Mizat hadn't thought of that, channeling magic, master had even done it before but the idea had never crossed its mind. It should have, really, thought of such a thing.

She reached up for a bunch of herbs with spiky leaves left to dry hanging down from the roof, 'I can also make something from this, it will restore your energy for a while but once it wears off, well to be honest I'm not sure what it will do to you, but to anybody else they'd have to sleep for three days nearly comatose," She told him, if made wrong it could be deadly, but for her it would be easy to get the right mix.

 It went silent. Staring blankly at the herbs she clutched. It finally spoke with hopeless words "You have not even a hunch at what it will do to me?”. In the silence after its question it still stared at the strange leaves as if deep in thought, not of the upcoming events but something entirely different. It took a deep long breath, breaking its gaze on the plant and back to the holder "Make it, it could be useful”.

It stepped from the door, walking to the Halfling's side as it spoke “Let’s practice; faster we get this done the quicker we can…” Mizat trailed off, turning slightly to stare at the door. He turned back, confused but continued “Quicker we can-“

“Lady Celabrian! Bawzel requests you immediately” Some Faarg banged against the woman’s outer door, staring into the lavish setup and peering at the maps sprawled out upon the low table. 

Cela was mentally preparing her mind for another to use her magic, it was much like losing control and that was the one thing she never did easily. Not since the day she left her father's home. The interruption was the last thing she wanted. "Go tell him we shall be there soon, and run he hates late news." She said moving to her sitting room the Farrgs eyes narrowed and he turned tail and ran, her magic and fear of their master urging him on. Not for the first time she mused Bawzel's pawns were too easy to manipulate, the fear of him doing most of the work for her. 

"Well," she said to the ghoul, "No time like the present." She extended her hand to him symbolic of her accepting his control, if only for a few moments. "Let's test this out, take us to our master." 

It placed its slight hand into hers, fingers curling around her palm and held it in a weak grip. “If we’re lucky, we’ll be there before that lackey” It mused out the thought, closing its eyelids as it let out a long breath. 
He breathed in and out, slowly for a long time, each rising of its chest more of that warmth soaked into its own flesh. Each bit of warmth it shaped in its mind, the shape leaving and turning his flesh cold as the threads of magic danced about seeming to search for something before encircling the pair. The golden threads tightened around, pushing into both of their flesh daring to let crimson flow but they fell to the floor before that point, tearing apart and fading.

The ghoul shook, like a dog after a bath before catching the white glimpse of Bawzel’s mask. 

She felt the slight drain on her energy from the ghouls' spell and forced back the fear that threatened to overwhelm her. As soon as the spell was over she tore her hand away from Mizat as if it burnt. She quickly regained her composure and smilled at the farrg who was just arriving, his chest heaving. "Something to tell our master, young man?" she said to him with a cruel smile knowing what Bawzel would gladly do to him.