"Stay here and make bombs."<br/>Worthy continued to mutter to himself as the three pretty-boys continued to talk about subjects he knew little about. Sure, he'd been commissioned to create a poison for use in that kind of situation, but that was as close as the alchemist ever got to a social situation of that kind. Which was fine by him.<br/>Of course, just muttering to yourself, staring at the floor and basically ignoring the other people is a great way to miss things. Such as people changing their facial features at the drop of a hat.<br/>So Worthy just ploughed on.<br/><br/>"While you people will be off having dinner and gallivanting at your party, I have some serious work to do. I don't know what stories you might have read (assuming you don't just have someone read for you), but master alchemists do not fabricate incendiary weaponry by cunning use of a few bits of cabbage and a table leg. I require proper tools and materials, and not to mention a decent workplace."<br/><br/>He sniffed and glanced out the window. It looked late enough for the people he needed to be about.<br/><br/>"I will therefore go out... shopping. Aside from acquiring the necessary resources, I suppose I will also find us a suitable base of some kind, as operating from this room is far from ideal. That is, assuming you pretty-boys can sleep on anything other than silk."<br/><br/>Worthy was fairly confident that he would be able to track down the people that might have what he wanted. Of course, then came getting them to actually sell things to him. And then, the eternal matter of snitching to safeguard against. Well, fortunately Worthy was a man of many talents. He could make bombs, poisons, acids, the odd drug, and then of course he could just shoot people with a crossbow. It was amazing how many of those things could be used as decent persuasive tools.