The alchemist calmly open the door to the quaint tavern,careful to close the door quickly behind him. His heterochromatic eyes scanned the place. They briefly fell upon the drunken draconic female[i]I wonder if she would be willing to donate her fangs?[/i]. He chuckled slightly at the thought and walked over to the bar counter,taking a seat at the furthest barstool to the left. Seclusion was always his specialty. It wasn't that he didn't like interaction,hell, he even enjoyed it but if he could be alone then he would. The robotic bartender shambled towards him and spoke in a computer generated voice.[color=f6989d]"Welcome to the-"[/color]. The alchemist raised his hand to interject,responding in a calm tone,warm and inviting."I'm good actually, carry on". The robot shambled back to whatever task he was doing before, leaving Flynt alone.

[i]Well..I've got nothing better to do..[/i]. He flipped his satchel open and dug around in it for a few moments. He produced a stone mortar and pestle,along with several bottle filled with strange liquids. From a side pocket on his vest he produced several bunches of a strange root. He slipped his bronze goggles on and proceeded to grind the root into a fine powder.[i]Does this one violently explode?Only one way to find out..[/i]. He hummed a pleasant tune while he did his work.


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