Tavak's ears perk, "Oh? So that's what you're doing?" He calls to Agga and she takes over his preparations. Then he walks over and sticks his nose right into the pot, "umm uhm, well you're not going to get the best potency this way, I'm an avid botanist. Don't use Tabaco next time, it's inferior to Oleander, it occurs frequently along the roads to the South. He sees a pile of fibers on the ground from your last batch and nods, "you can squeeze this for more, you'll get upwards of five more doses out of it. If you don't have a press, well, next time. Otherwise, alcohol is a good choice, you can make acid strong enough to distill it that way but it only saves time."

He pulls out a thin bladed knife and sterilizes it in the fire, then sure enough he pulls a large piece of beef from his pack and begins carving it. He has a large flat cast iron pan and he has some of his helpers make sturdy branches to hold it up over the fire using vine rope.
After slicing the steaks, he has nearly two dozen of various sizes, he takes little bags, pinching spice on them and rubbing it in with the side of the blade. He seems careful not to touch the meat, handling it with only tools and utensils he has sterilized just before use. His effort and care shows he really cares about the quality of preparation. He also quickly mixes up a sauce out of ingredients from his pack and puts that to the side. It has a vinegary sweet scent.