Day Seven She was steadily running out of ingredients. Rithe scoured her shelves for what she was looking for, but couldn't find it. I must have used it already. She sits down hard on the stone floor. This isn't good. At this rate, I'm going to lose a lot of materials. She looks over at the mixing pot, noticing it cracking apart along its sides. Small drops of a green solution leak from the stress damage cracks. Rithe lays down prone and looks under her inventory shelves, scanning for anyth