A conjurer, a thaumaturge, a white mage and a black mage walk into a bar. The conjurer asks for a glass of water. The thaumaturge pulls out his own waterskin. The White Mage is friends with the bartender and asks for the clean water in the back. And the black mage takes a hammer to the casks and drips from the deluge with his hands.
And the Arcanist simply waits for his to be delivered, having mailed away for it last week.
And the Arcanist simply waits for his to be delivered, having mailed away for it last week.