Zachariah was, by no means, the competitive sort. It seemed his motivation to even partake in the competition was influenced by the fact that Rosie had also entered. He found brewing rather soothing, even if he had few opportunities to do so nowadays.

He shot a cursory glance at his competition, his gaze resting on Rosie while he listened to the instructions. An antidote for uncommon poisons. It wasn't something he'd brewed recently, but he would give it a try.

Zach very careful began to brew. He wasn't one of the first to finish, but he also wasn't the last.