Standing in the alchemist shop, the towering man was discussing something with the trainer and expert equally... A handful of cherry blossoms on the table. "Alchemic?" The shorter person asked, glancing up. "Possibly, it's not magical." The stranger stated, arms folded, making it appear as if he were lording over everyone else in the room. "Keep me posted, I'm going to go follow a lead." He commanded, turning and striding out of the small apothacary, collecting his large staff on his way out. Wondering down the path, grass under foot, he gave a nod to a partly armored woman as she went by, "Afternoon ma'am." But did not stop... An air of, something about the gentlemen. Something on the edge of threatening, something akin to the plague lands she had returned from...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>