[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] The Tavern/Avengers HQ.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Femnal, Satilla, the Group [/indent][/center]

[color=bedded]"About fifty grams of the pure salts. I think half a gallon of brine if not?"[/color] Thomas replied back. The recipe did call for fifty grams of purified saltpeter, meaning any impurities found in common niter would have be driven out by fire and flame. Otherwise, a nitrogenous brine salt solution would have to be evaporated and the salts recovered, like wise for any preserved meats and such re-hydrated to extract the nitres and from there the salt-water boiled out. Alchemy was one part chemistry, one part magic, one part cooking. [color=bedded]"Hrm, I guess I could skip on the alchemy part since we are in a hurry. It'll take at least thirty minutes to prepare everything so, I suppose it won't do good for us in a pinch for time."[/color]

A few beetles later, and a mess of hemolymph on Thomas's hands and table soaking in rather nicely, they had extracted the six glands from the three beetles and their carapaces were sitting in Thomas's mortar to be ground to bits. There was no reason to grind them now, not with the rest of the group ready to go evidently. So they'd have to remain there awhile, assuming Femnal was okay with that and having a few living fire beetles crawling around. [color=bedded]"Femnal, if you could please watch the beetles until we return? I don't want to lock them up, they might get a bit stressed if I keep them in the dark."[/color] Given that three were just murdered, it was ironic that Thomas should really care for the well being of the creatures. 

[color=bedded]"I've got some pure alcohol if you wanted to wash Satilla."[/color] As if almost on cue to Satilla's complaint, Thomas retrieved his silver flask of aqua vitae. Not that Thomas thought it would be useful to go around smacking undead with a silver flask, but rather offering it up for Satilla to clean herself with. [color=bedded]"Careful though, it's pretty hard on your skin... And if you try drinking it... Well it's nearly two hundred proof."[/color] And with that, the sorcerer looked at his own hands with some moderate bug juices and considered cleaning them down with alcohol for a moment. There really wasn't anything wrong with having bug juice on your hands, as long as it wasn't puritic or corrosive. So Thomas held off for now and spared his hands the alcohol.

[color=bedded]"Alright everyone, I guess pick up a fire beetle gland and we can head out. I'll be sticking close to Satilla due to my spells, so I think our Six glands here should be plenty for each of us. I'll try and do some alchemy later when we get back."[/color]

Well, if it was settled, it was time to head on out, bug parts in hand.