The morning of the second day, at breakfast, there's a rather eye-catching table on the English side of the cafeteria, judiciously far from the danger zones. The table contains one (1) rack of blue-grey potions, one (1) vibrant Sharpie-lettered sign, and one (1) smiling freshman named Alexius Marcus. 

The sign reads: 

EIDETIC MEMORY POTIONS FOR SALE OR TRADE

A handful of older students from the Jacksonville enclave are sitting not far away, taking turns keeping watch between bites and chatter. 

The morning of the second day, at breakfast, there's a rather eye-catching table on the English side of the cafeteria, judiciously far from the danger zones. The table contains one (1) rack of blue-grey potions, one (1) vibrant Sharpie-lettered sign, and one (1) smiling freshman named Alexius Marcus. 

The sign reads: 

EIDETIC MEMORY POTIONS FOR SALE OR TRADE

A handful of older students from the Jacksonville enclave are sitting not far away, taking turns keeping watch between bites and chatter. 

The morning of the second day, at breakfast, there's a rather eye-catching table on the English side of the cafeteria, judiciously far from the danger zones. The table contains one (1) tray of blue-grey potions, one (1) vibrant Sharpie-lettered sign, and one (1) smiling freshman named Alexius Marcus. 

The sign reads: 

EIDETIC MEMORY POTIONS FOR SALE OR TRADE

A handful of older students from the Jacksonville enclave are sitting not far away, taking turns keeping watch between bites and chatter.