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The Chasind followed Drake, claiming he'd repay the alchemist. "If you feel indebted to pay me back I won't stop you, but don't feel as though it'll make a difference to me. The metalsmith pays me well enough for the enchanted weapons and armor he requests, even if he insists on using those idiotic glyphs." He shook his head, clearly frustrated by this issue. After that he said nothing, not inclined to talk.
He approached the ramshackle setup he called home and stepped inside, motioning for the Chasind to come after him. The inside was quite bare, just a desk, a workbench, two chairs, and a bed. One wall had a large map, clearly drawn by a skilled mapmaker and sold to the man at a high price, covered with scriblings and circles. The alchemist carefully put his staff next to the axe at the foot of his bed, then went over to the map. "One second..." he muttered. "Heard something in the market today...need to get it written down." He grabbed a quill and ink, dipped the tip in, and wrote briefly on a section of the map, circling an area and crossing a different circle out. Glancing at his guest, the alchemist chuckled darkly. "The ones who don't speak in a crowded area aren't necessarily ignoring the people. Most are looser with their tongues when the people around them are clearly not listening. Makes it easier to hear something you weren't supposed to."
Drake then sighed and approached the work bench, adjusting his helmet. "Ok...what kind of enchantment do you want? Since they're arrowheads, defensive and buff enchantments won't accomplish anything. That means offensive. Give me some options, and I'll do what I can." He hesitated, then added, "You might as well give me your name while you're at it. It's not like we can hold a civilized conversation without those."
He approached the ramshackle setup he called home and stepped inside, motioning for the Chasind to come after him. The inside was quite bare, just a desk, a workbench, two chairs, and a bed. One wall had a large map, clearly drawn by a skilled mapmaker and sold to the man at a high price, covered with scriblings and circles. The alchemist carefully put his staff next to the axe at the foot of his bed, then went over to the map. "One second..." he muttered. "Heard something in the market today...need to get it written down." He grabbed a quill and ink, dipped the tip in, and wrote briefly on a section of the map, circling an area and crossing a different circle out. Glancing at his guest, the alchemist chuckled darkly. "The ones who don't speak in a crowded area aren't necessarily ignoring the people. Most are looser with their tongues when the people around them are clearly not listening. Makes it easier to hear something you weren't supposed to."
Drake then sighed and approached the work bench, adjusting his helmet. "Ok...what kind of enchantment do you want? Since they're arrowheads, defensive and buff enchantments won't accomplish anything. That means offensive. Give me some options, and I'll do what I can." He hesitated, then added, "You might as well give me your name while you're at it. It's not like we can hold a civilized conversation without those."