You venture the countryside, seeking trade caravan work. But, the winter chill gives you 'Fever Rot', so you seek out an apothecary. But, the local townsfolk can only point you to a secluded house (where explosions are frequently heard), saying that THAT'S your ONLY option!... You open the door to see a pretty girl sweeping up smoking broken glass... (mumbles): Future of Alchemy... MY arse!! sees you OH! A CUSTOMER!!! PLEASE,...DO come in?! waves smoke away How may I help you today?! 😁
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