<strong>Neria Zathrieal<br/>Time; Evening, Day 1<br/>Location; The Front Gate leading to the Southern Trek<br/>Tagged; Yuri</strong><br/><br/>That surprised her a bit to hear that she wasn't the only one that led her way of life.  Still, her resulting smile was genuine relief that he was willing to accept someone like her so easily.  Some people didn't like to associate with people like her, only seeing her as a common street walker or brothel whore, when her abilities as a Sacred Prostitute were so much more than that.  Still, she wasn't here to change how people saw things by any means, she was just here to teach and to learn in turn.  When one stopped learning was when one stopped growing.  She was curious what kind of incident he was referring to but she didn't ask, feeling it wasn't her business as she brushed a hand through her golden hair, listening intently to all he had to say about what it was he did.  "You're talking about a form of alchemy, much more refined than what the people in Toril, my and a friend of mine's home plane of existence, are capable of.  If I'm on the right track, then that makes you an alchemist of some kind, correct?  I never would have thought I'd meet someone capable of perfecting such an unusual art of magic that most believe to be useless mumbo jumbo anyway since there's more charlatans than actual successive alchemists back home.  The principle you laid out seems pretty straight forward to me Yuri.  Anyway, I think I saw a storage closet with a fair amount of unused materials on my way to my chambers.  If there's enough there I'd be willing to repay your generosity in helping me to furnish my chambers further."  She offered, hoping he'd accept her proposal of whatever he asked of her, as long as she agreed of course.  It was just her way to balance the scales however she could, nothing more.