((Mind if i ask your character's race?))<br/><br/>he stopped, turning slowly to gauge the woman, the stub of his staff boring into the rain softened soil, as were his heavy boots. "Oh? How interesting you would ask..." Now turning to stare the woman full on, cape flapping slightly in the light wind. The sky was still dark with storm clouds. "They think it's indirect alchemy... It's certainly not standard magic or enchantment, and it can not be washed off the petals." He wore no tabard which spoke of loyalty, simply his purple robes... he did not lift his gaze enough for her to under the hat at his eyes, and the scarf did much to hide the rest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>