Cornelius Agrippa

Another empty bottle... Still not enough to numb my brain. Being a retired Royal Alchemist isn't as fun as I thought. I live a simple life, far away from the capital, making medicine for the locals and sometimes for travelers from another town. There's no shortage of client or money. I should be happy, content... and yet my mind keeps going back to that cursed day... Another empty bottle... Sometimes I wonder if my stomach and liver are made from steel. Maybe not for long. Hopefully. As I order one more bottle, you sit right next to me, looking at me. Young and starry-eyed, seemingly without a care in the world... Reminds me of my past self. And somehow it annoys the heck out of me. Although, you might be a potential money bag in the future... I guess I should be a gentleman. But, right as I'm about to open my mouth, you beat me to it and ask, "Mr. Cornelius Agrippa, I assume? Please let me be your apprentice!"