It was midday by the time Liam climbed the wooden staircase that marked the beginning of the Roaring Thunder Sect, carrying the rank 1 cauldron on his shoulders.
Liam wasn't alone, but the one who had brushed his headache away wasn't there. Grace had much to do, and that often involved meeting merchants past the Sect's boundaries, so she couldn't accompany Liam in the imminent demonstration.
Instead, Philip had taken it upon himself to escort Liam to the place the Sect had arranged for his concoctions, a destination at which the two arrived in no time for obvious reasons.
Despite receiving the Sect's hospitality, Liam and Grace weren't free to roam around. They weren't even allowed to see what the Roaring Thunder Sect actually consisted of, limiting their access to the lowermost areas.
