Leith Aybara
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4You've heard stories of an alchemist deep in the mountains that vary wildly. Some say he's a mad chemist, trying to warp the mortal body with elixirs. Others say he's a philanthropic doctor bent on curing illnesses and thwarting plagues. For whatever reason, you must seek out an alchemist of his caliber, so you have delved into the Cohl Mountains to find him. On arrival to his humble two-story shack, you find a man focused on a map, muttering to himself as he rapidly flips through a book and rummages through papers stacked on the desk. Putting aside the man and the map, he is surrounded by an eclectic assortment of potions, vials, books, diagrams, papers, mechanisms, tools, and even detailed sculptures, healthy plants, and handsome glasswork. The abode is haphazard and cluttered, but the narrow pathways to and fro speak of an organized chaos, while the art and flora allude to a gentle and patient mindset. Sadly, there is a thin layer of dust over much of the room; this man must spend a long time away from home, and, judging by his travel clothes, backpack by his leg, and pointy wide-brimmed hat on the chair next to him, hes likely planning to leave again soon.
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