<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EFUS_JCWkAEjgaD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucien Norva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15943817#msg15943817)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Dhampir Alchemist<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Generic Cave Dungeon One | Afternoon, W1D2<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rei<br/><br/>Perhaps surprisingly, Lucien seemed happy to answer the question about his alchemical processes. So happy, in fact, that once he started, he did not shut up for nearly an hour of their trek. Whereas in the face of her joke he did not so much as crack a smile, the subject of healing and empowering potions brought a glint to his already gleaming eyes. As it it would turn out, he had experience with alchemy, and many years of it. The problem was that this was a new and 'very different' branch, one that he aimed to master even better once he worked the kinks of his old ways out.<br/><br/>Once he'd finished, however, the brunette was able to return to her question flurry, most of which he answered, if curtly.<br/><br/>"...Red. Red is my favorite color," he said, answering her latest question as they finally neared the cave in question. "I should ask: what are your combat capabilities--?" he cut himself off at the sound of glass shattering. His head quickly turned to face her, but upon seeing the glistening at her lips, he breathed a sigh of relief. Though his eyes widened when she said the potion might already be working.<br/><br/>"You do?" he replied, taking out a small logbook and jotting down notes with serious intent. "Hm, a fast acting effect. Very efficient." A rare smile crossed his lips again as he took his notes, and even remained a few moments longer when he gestured forward toward the mouth of the cave. "After you. My attacks are best done at range, and I see you have that fancy sword to engage with."<br/><br/>Beyond the mouth of the cave lay a dark interior. It was difficult to see anything at all past the space where the sunlight cut merged to shadow, but if one listened closely enough, they would hear the creaking of wood. A soft, consistent sound. A pattern leading back and forth, almost like the footsteps of a pacing guard.