A sweet scent wafted toward his nose, carried by the breeze of an open window. Arthur walked toward the window, which was opened only slightly to allow air inside but nothing else, and looked at the scenery Gala looked at for the past month.
He could see his room from here.
The workshop was a giant building, which they have turned into a multi-floor one. The first floor was for commissions, the second one was for material processing, the third was the workshops, and the fourth was for the residence of the alchemists and the research center.
It was still a temporary one because it was pretty small and lacked the necessities to function independently. Arthur wanted to brand their potions as 'Gala' and make them reach the pinnacle of the field to honor the witch, so it needed proper facilities.