When faced with a choice between attending a council meeting or attending a fitting for his wedding, Balthazar found himself equally disinterested in both options. It wasn't that he wasn't excited for the wedding, he just didn't want to go through all the things that lead up to it.
That, he recalled, was why he had never been married before. All the work surrounding it. Still, he knew that he needed to get fitted so he had come back to Faldrass so he and Elisabeth could get it over with in the same trial. At least, he thought that was the plan. He had become a little distracted in his workshop and lost track of time while Elisabeth was out being fitted for her dress.
He was moving around his shop like a child in a candy store, taking account of everything he had so he knew what he would have to move when he finally had the construction done on the lair Woe had bought for him. He had two excellent kits for alchemy, one which he had won and the other which was part of Woe's gift to him. On top of that, while he no longer had his encyclopedia set about alchemy, he still had all the memory from reading it. Balthazar didn't know what had inspired him on that trial to get back to work but something had. He was sitting at a table in his shop with a mortar and pestle, slowly grinding a piece of charcoal into a fine powder.
He knew that powder was the most stable form of explosives, or at least the most stable form that he knew. He had accidentally triggered a small explosion in the past and now was set on recreating his success. He remembered the ingredients that he had used after a little reflection on the prior event. Charcoal, sulfur, and saltpeter were explosive when combined in the right ratio. Balthazar needed to figure out what that ratio was so he had ground a little extra charcoal for his experiments. What happened if he added more saltpeter? What happened if he added more sulfur? What happened if he added more charcoal? All of these questions needed to be answered if he wanted to make an effective explosive. Yet even in that notion there was a question- what was an effective explosive?
Balthazar was not trying to blow the world up. He didn't need anything destructive when he had the magic that he did have. He could make the powder that had blown up in Quacia again and fill barrels with it. He would need more raw materials, but he could. He didn't want to. He wanted his explosives to be unique and useful. He recalled what he had learned about magnesium. It burned bright. If he put magnesium into his mixture, would the explosion create a blinding light? Did he want that? His eyes were sensitive to light. What about a bomb that cast darkness around? How did one capture darkness? It couldn't be literal... but a thick smoke screen could work instead.
How was he going to create the smoke though? He knew how to get the initial blast but from there the combinations could have been anything. He needed some more books on the sciences. His encyclopedia set had been more focused on the less volatile parts of alchemy. He had just about finished grinding all the materials he wanted to experiment with when Elisabeth knocked at the door to his shack of a workshop. He had heard her approaching outside and started to consolidate his materials. He put the ground charcoal, saltpeter, and sulfur into their own bowls and left them on the table to open the workshop door.
He was so caught up in his own thoughts about bombs that he almost missed what she had told him. It was his turn to go and get fitted and while his face didn't show it, she'd know he wasn't particularly excited for it. The only genuine part of his smile came from her mentioning her own dress. He didn't care what he looked like but he was excited to see Elisabeth in her outfit.
"Saying you will be a vision on your wedding day is like saying rain will be wet. You always are." Balthazar pointed out with a small smirk as they crossed to Haven House and Elisabeth opened the door for him.
The designer or seamstress or whatever she wanted to be called was another cadouri. It seemed that they popped up everywhere these trials. Gianella talked faster than even Elisabeth and moved through the process quickly while relatively dragging Balthazar behind. He didn't know that he liked the feeling of her eyes on him as she deduced what sort of colors would go best with his hair. He never put as much thought into personal appearance as it seemed the ladies did but at least the cadouri agreed that dark colors would be best. He almost always wore dark colors.
Gianella told him that men were notorious for being awful at dressing themselves and Balthazar's brow furrowed a little. He knew plenty of bards who dressed well. Devin was the first to come to mind but Devin's place in Balthazar's thoughts was shaken when the cadouri brought out samples for Balthazar to look at. He wrote off the first one when he saw the rather elaborate cape attached to it. He didn't say anything while the seamstress continued to talk but his decisions were made quickly. He didn't need to look at the samples and debate it.
He didn't like the second one because it required too much imagination. The sample she brought was silver, not gold, and had a white shirt rather than a black one. He didn't want to agree to something only to find out he really didn't like it when he got it. She mentioned there being no need for a cape and he couldn't help but smirk. Was there ever a need for a cape? Even the should mantle capes seemed unnecessary.
The final option didn't seem too bad. He liked that it was simple and he preferred the way it looked like it would fit compared to the others. He wasn't too sold on the shoes instead of boots but he could probably just put on boots the trial of and not tell anyone... or maybe he'd get used to the smaller shoes. He realized the room was waiting for him to speak so he did after a few trills. He seemed very sure of what he had decided.
"I like the third one. Not sure how I feel about the loafers. I like boots but if you think they'd look better then I'll trust you."