[@Arthanus]

[color=green]"Will do Master Jing."[/color]  He stated, his beak going up and down in a rather large nod, as he poured a strong smelling alcohol over his gloves.  He was happy to get a chance to prepare his procedures, but the name Gwen kept coming up.  Except in passing, the responsible, fashionably garbed woman mainly stuck to her family for Pox to get a word in.  She must have been the real 'mother' of the group, healing magic probably.  Pox hoped he would be able to meet her standards considering they had to share responsibilities.

He gathered his things in his arms and approached her as she just had finished talking to Octavia. [color=green]"Nice to finally work with you Mistress Gwen.  I do so with it was under cheerer circumstances."[/color]  She might as well be his superior in the Irregulars considering how he was hired. He then reset his alchemy kit before her, then the rest of his pack, setting various containers, pouches, and bangoliers. He even unstrapped what looked like a roll of leather, and it was filled with rows and rows of syringes, but they were modified to act as darts, by the fin at the plunger.  [color=green]"I have some similar snake venoms that we could dilute and denature into antivenin, then counter some of the depressive symptoms with Bacopa, and of course pulped Guava for the Vitamin C."[/color]  Pox got to work, setting a candle burner under a dish with some scrappings of yellowish goo from a satchel of various thick glass vials.  Then he sprinkled some leaves over it before adding a spoon of pulped green fruit flesh.  Some stirs later, the concoction began to simmer and Pox loaded his darts.   [color=green]"Should probably make five of these ready to go, anyone else, just some good old fashioned Remove Poison Spell.  Wont be as fast though."[/color] 

Examining the darts he created for functionality, he was happy with the result.  Five antivenins ready to go.  [color=green]"If you feel a shot in your back, don't worry- that's just me."[/color]  He announced it loudly but tettered off as the words continued, now realizing that the warning was probably not the best way to tell everyone.  Still, better they not get surprised at the wrong moment.

[@Athol]

Pox considered that to be a good idea.  [color=green]"I'm already watching everyone, suppose I could add another direction to that."[/color]  He started to repack his things before he remembered.  [Color=green]"Oh here!"[/color] He tossed her a small little tin.  At first glance it would appear to be some kind of smelling salts, and opening it, it would be sharp licorice taste that actually would make someone's eyes got a little wobbly for a moment as it filled their sinuses, but this was temporary.  [color=green]"Steady.  It's designed for archers to keep their aim... steady.  Probably don't need it but couldn't hurt."[/color]  He said with his usual chipper attitude.  [Color=green]"Be careful!"[/color]  He gave her a wave and took her advice.

He then cursed that he was not two people.  He could either spread the love with his alchemical wonders to see that his group fought harder and easier, or he could be sure that anything coming up from deeper in the tomb would meet with a nasty surprise.  He decided that preparing for something potentially horrible was the best way he could help.  He went back to Gwen.  [color=green]"Do you have any offensive capabilities Mistress Gwen?  You are welcome to use me as a shield if the situation warrants it.  Putting me down for the count has been in an bounty hunter's word, described as annoying.  I'm going to lay a bit of a trap if something decides to come up from our rear."[/color] Pox had one of his Garda Eggs in hand, a fiery explosive.  He planned to lay a line of Fire Dust just at the entrance deeper, setting at least two of the Eggs at opposite ends.  If he could lay a trip wire to strike some flint, a tiny spark, it would set the whole portal entrance ablaze for less than a minute or so, complete with a bon fire sized explosion.  Good early warning system and a nasty surprise to any who could think to get the drop on them.