After lingering in the Alchemical Workshop a little longer and confirming that eating dragon meat caused no discomfort, Renato took his leave of the Mind Flayer for now.
Before leaving, he took some Deep Dragon organs and tendons that he could not store long-term out of his Space Ring and handed them to Klauthsura for processing.
Left in the demiplane, these precious spoils would only slowly harden and lose their magic. Better to entrust them to a professional like the Mind Flayer.
At least here, they could be refined into something more valuable.
"The Nightwind Family's next delivery of potion ingredients should arrive in about eighteen natural hours." Klauthsura hovered beside the furnace, sorting the dragon tissues into different vessels. "I'll continue making practical potions for you, such as Oil of Speed and Healing Potions. Pick them up the next time you come."
Renato nodded, pushed open the door, and left the workshop.
Back in his room, just as Renato was about to search for any wealth the previous occupant might have left behind, a faint sound of magic tearing through the air came from beyond the wall.
Someone was here!
He immediately pushed open the main door, forming a gesture with his left hand, ready to close in on his opponent with Misty Step at any moment.
Someone stood in the courtyard.
It was a female Drow clad in a purple leather robe, its surface densely covered in dark silver magical patterns that writhed along the material like living things.
A Nine-Headed Snake Whip hung at her waist, its nine slender black snakes tangled together, eerie green flames flickering in their eyes.
The priestess was somewhat thin, the outlines of her shoulder blades faintly visible through her leather robe. Yet the oppressive presence that radiated from her very bones