[H1][center][color=fff200]ETZO[/color] [/center][/H1]

Etzo groaned as he made his way along the streets of Oasis, head pounding as the remenants of the previous night of drinking brought lance after agonizing lance of pain screeching through his rather impressive head, cursing that he had once more forgoten put together a cure for hangovers, the thought always coming to late, and soon replaced by more...exotic concepts. At least the night had been somewhat productive. The scrawny Hylian grinned as he fished the strange ivory trinket out of his pocket, a decidedly thick molar held between his thumb and forefinger. 

Somehow, in one of his many stops along a particularly determined bar crawl, he had happened upon a bar right in mid-brawl. He would have been happy to leave it be, but luck had been with him as he watched one of the few Goron inhabiting the town take a rather solid blow from a thick chair to his jaw, looseing the tooth into the fray. He chuckled as he remebered the frenzied crawl to grab the rare find, dozens of ideas for such item springing to his mind, a faint warm feeling enveloping him, though wether it had been the fragment acting up or the previous drinks, he couldn't rightly say.

Etzo was sharply brought back to the present as one of the many bruises gained from rushing into a brawl made their distaste at his laughing known, ribs aching slightly. Sighing once more, he replaced the tooth back into one of the many folds of his robes, hand returning with a sheaf of slightly stained paper, the manifesto for projected ingredients needed in the coming weeks, as well as a few hopeful requests for more exotic items. The haggard alchemist doubted he'd get most of them, indeed most had already been rejected before, but Etzo was nothing if not persistent. 

Adjusting his glasses and trying to beat out a few of the stains and dust from his robes, the dishelved alchemist shuffled through the doors to the HQ of the resistance, manifesto held forward with the same zeal a priest may present his faith, knowing if he didn't get these approved before the wagons arrived, he could be looking at weeks before he could request to refresh his reserves.

[color=fff200]"Now I know that things are hectic, but we are sorely in need of some deku leaves,"[/color] he said as he entered the main room, not talking to anyone in particular rather than announcing himself to whomever might listen, [color=fff200]"or we could be looking at a rather depressing drop in potions for our skirmishers, and I know we've discussed the dangers of bringing in a live peahat but,"[/color] he paused as he awaited the by now expected rebuttals, the distant look on his face disappearing as he realized no one was paying attention to him, adjusting his glasses once more as he took in the scene, preparation seeming to be coming together, with the words attack and supply team floating through the room.

The thought of his supplies being placed in danger brought on a short wave of anxiety, before searching out the man currently in charge of the situation, a look of curoisity flavoring the distant smile that usually plasters his face,[color=fff200]"I don't suppose this is simply to greet the wagons coming here, that lack I potions I was mentioning earlier will be in much greater peril if I cant replinsh my stores,"[/color]he told the man, trying to hide the true depths of his worry. Etzo had in all actuality bribed the merchants to bring him a few live bubbles, and it'd be such a shame to have it all be for naught.