Sarah
Arin Cragton
Taemar

Arin chuckled slightly. "Afraid? I wish I could be afraid. Fortunately fear doesn't often cloud my judgement." He said, playing right into her game. He fingered the bag now weighing in his pocket, teasing it open with a finger. He slowly lifted a coin out, and tossed it between his fingers as he thought.

"An Owl-Griffen, eh? I have heard rumors, though that's all they have been. No proof, no witnesses, nothing I have seen points to the existence of such a creature. But you tell me that you know where one is. What an interesting idea." He said, biting his lip, deep in thought. 

"I think I may join you. But I need to know if there is any reason for me to help. What would I gain in return for helping you?" He said, his words slowly becoming more coherent as the alcohol began to run its course. He looked over at the woman as she began to hop on her horse, frowning as she joked on his behalf. 

"My evening plans are open to change." He said, smiling again.
Charles
Lady Anna Barrmount
Grunewald Castle dungeons, Vallen

"Well maybe-" She was cut off by the guard, which made her jump a bit. *Oh darn it*

She stood up as quickly as she could, patting the dust off herself.

"B-but... I didn't-" The guard wasn't one to be reasonable with, and her skills weren't quite good when it came to negotiating. Resigned, she sighed and looked one last time at the wolf "Bye, be safe"

With slumped shoulders and dissapointment drawn all over her face, she accepted the *Kind invitation* To leave the dungeon.

She got ready to sleep once she reached her assigned room, not telling a thing not even to her maid about Arabella. Distracted by thinking about how to free her new acquaintance, she was able to have a proper night's sleep for the first time since Rodrick fell ill.
Kevin
Danico Felrantres
The Castle Grunewald Kitchens

Peaking a head in, Danico inspected the kitchen environment. Dimly lit with torches, pretty spacious, all the stations needed to cook with.. It was a kitchen. On the far side of the kitchen was one of the cooks, it looked like she was finishing up a dish involving mashed potatoes submerged in boiling water. Appetizing.

"Excuse me!" Danico motioned, getting the attention of the slightly older lady. 

"Yes dear?" The cook replied, stepping away from the cook pot, wooden spoon still in hand. 

"I've urgent requirement of one of your cooking pots. You see, the Duchess Anyanka was attacked by-" 

"I know dear." She interrupted with a raised hand. "Angelelica mentioned. I've set a fire under the pot over there." The cook pointed to the cooking pot in question, as well as a handful of ingredients with which to make the base of an ointment. Thickening agents, reactionaries, etc.

"Oh!" To his surprise, the alchemist moved over to see that at least an hours worth of work had been done for him already in the form of pre prepared ingredients. "How generous of you! I won't take any more of your time than needed."

"Don't stress yourself dear. You're doing a great thing" The cook waved dismissingly as she returned to the pot she was at previously. "Angelica mentioned you needed to make an ointment so I figured the least I could do was make your job a little easier." Danico heard the lady's words as an echo as she spoke into the pot of boiling water, stirring it gently. Pulling open his bag, Danico shuffled through a tucked away reagent pouch; Torset Tree Leaves, Bloodroot, Herald Grub Silk.. There was more but they were the important ones. "Say, you wouldn't happen to have any Callow water prepared, would you?"

"Uhh.. Yes!" The cook took a jug of callow water from the pantry, placing it on the bench by the pot. "Use all you need."

"Thank you, miss...?" 

"Gretts. Kerin Gretts." Kerin said with a smile.

"It's a pleasure." Danico nodded, returning the smile, beginning to carefully prepare the ointment. *Gross..* He thought, thinking about what he may have to do to make what he wants to make. But he was prepared to do what needed to be done. 

The two work in silence for a time, only the sound of bubbles and the occasional shifting against the cold stone floor could be heard. Having finished the numbing ointment, he turned to the cook once more. "You wouldn't happen to have the ingredients for an Imedryn Philtre, would you?" 

"That's the one that infuses the body with energy, yeah?" The old cook replied, looking over her shoulder at the alchemist.

"That's the one."

"Over in the pantry over there dear." She followed with a point of her finger. "I've not made that one myself. I'm told it's particularly dangerous if made wrong. Could put a person in a coma for a long time." 

"You would be correct." Danico mentioned with a chuckle, looking over the ingredients available to him, pulling out each one as needed. Without further conversation, he set aside two clean pots, one small and one a fair ways larger.

"What.. What are making with those?" Kerin questions as she notices the two pots. 

"One simple, one potent batch." He mentions casually. Knowing full well he wouldn't be able to hide it. 

"Oh, that's not a good idea. We uh, we won't be doing tha-" The cooks words are silenced by a finger slapped against her slightly wrinkled lips.

"No one needs to know." His words were serious, though without a tell of it being threatening or otherwise. "It can be our secret." He followed with a wink and an almost seductive point at the corner of his lip, hoping to whatever god Serafina would have suggested that she wasn't a dedicated, married woman. "I'll make it worth your while." The alchemist traces the cooks skinny form with his eyes as he spoke. *Gross...* Was all he could think, though he'd done worse for less. At least that's what he told himself. 

"Uh.. Oh.. I uhh.." She fumbled over her words, as he removed his finger from her lips. 

"Don't worry yourself Kerin, the regular batch is for Anyanka anyway. You won't even know who the other batch is for." He winked once more at the cook before returning to the two pots, keeping an eye on her. "Just tell me where your room is. I'll be there after the council." He fake promises, continuing on with the Philtre. 
...
Pouring the two pots into two separate yet equally sized vials, he seals the two with corks. Though both deep yellow in hue, the more potent one is a far more vibrant yellow. "So, I'll see you at your room after the council?" Danico muses, placing the vials gently in his bag, pouring the rest into the fire underneath. 

"I'll be waiting, alchemist." She says seductively.

*Gross..*
"Well then, Kerin." He continued, picking his bag up once more, approaching and giving her flat butt a squeeze as he moved past. "I'll be seeing you in your room tomorrow night."

"Yes you will!" She mused after a squeak escapes her lip from the tushy pinch. "Don't you forget, alchemist!"

"I won't." He winked once more before leaving the kitchen. Once the kitchen was out of sight, he froze in place. A dry heave makes its way up his chest. *... So gross...*
Heather
Marsila Vema
Taemar, Vallen

Looking down towards the man, Marsila couldn't help the grin as it appeared on her lips when he thought about joining her on her quest. She knew he wouldn't accept her request unless she had something she could provide him, so instead, Marsila reached into one of the pouches attached to the side of her saddle and retrieved the bag of gold she was originally offered to Danico. Reaching her fingers into the sack twice the size of the one he pocketed and pulled out a gold piece between her index and middle finger. "I'm sure you would rather this pouch than the one filled with only copper and silver pieces." 

Once she spoke, Marsila returned the coin to its pouch and hid it away once again before raising her brow as she waited for his answer. "However I don't trust you enough to hand it over now seeing as I barely know you. Interested?"