[center][h3][color=a187be]Oswyn Ainsworth[/color]
Diver's Paradise[/h3][/center]

It had been awhile since Oswyn was in the Diver's Paradise. Unlike most Divers, he didn't really live there, rather he traveled the continent in search of different chemical compounds that he could use for his alchemy experiments. He only really came back to such a place to stock up on his 'common use' chemicals and other general supplies. 

Before he had even arrived at the Paradise, he knew something wasn't right. The sound of tools banging and the faint smell of blood were hints that something had happened. He was right. The buildings that once stood in the place many would call home.. Was in shambles. Divers seemingly desperate in their efforts to rebuild what was destroyed. Oswyn wasn't sure what might have caused this, but he had a hunch that it might have been monsters or the CMAS. [color=a187be][i]'Sounds pretty synonymous to me.'[/i][/color] He thought as he calmly walked passed the ruins.

It seemed that his hunch was correct. Some passerby's had said that The CMAS had found this settlement and burnt it to the ground. However, that was none of Oswyn's concern. What he was concerned about was the one possession he had in this Paradise. He crouched in front of a small boulder which seemed  to have an usually thick amount of grass around it. He slowly shifted the rock away, revealing the aforementioned possession. A crate. A crate filled with alchemical ingredients, however such a stockpile would just look like a bunch of bottles of liquid to most. To Oswyn, this was his treasury. 

He sifted through his bag, producing a strange looking apparatus. His portable alchemy table. Despite all that has happened to the Diver's Paradise, he couldn't let that get in the way of his 'work'. Yes.. Restocking is work. A chore. Oswyn dreamt of the day he'd invent an infinite flow of alchemical concoctions so he never needed to do this restocking ever again. But for now, he had to deal with what was in front of him.