<strong>Azarel<br/>Trygg's Inn<br/>Alchemy Table</strong><em>Interacting with NPCs and no PCs currently</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Azarel finished his transactions at the Alchemists shop or whatever constitutes it. Heck it might have been just the General Goods Store he had to contend with and whatever happened to be picked up by whatever didn't look poisonous to any poor souls that had to go gathering outside the walls of this place.<em>"Funny. I could still remember this damn place being burned to the ground and being used as a bandit hideout."</em>He thought to himself having to occasionally travel down here during his more enduring ventures for ingredients you just cannot get at the College. Oh sure you can get Daedra Hearts but not everything is at the tips in the archmage's gardens nor in the storehouses.<br/><br/>He might as well make the most of it. Buying whatever he could in ingredients including some salt piles for when he inevitably cooks for himself, he heads for the Trygg's Inn. Everyone keeps telling him he should try the mead with Juniper berries and he always thought to himself every time it came up,<em>"What a waste of a good alchemy ingredient."</em>. Entering the Inn of course had the standard Nord greeting for any Dunmer Mage. A vast empty void of silence and unwelcoming stares from the more xenophobic men or women in the inn. The dark elf smiled inward since it always was a joy to get that reaction because it probably used up all the matter in their skulls to piece together<em>"slowly"</em>that two of the things they hate the most is combined in one package and entering their bar, and would be eating their food and drink. The only thing that could make it more perfect is if he actually had the brass to wear Thalmor Robes whilst he's at it. But even Azarel would consider it in poor taste and he'd have to use a bucket of solution to get the stench of those smug snakes off him just from wearing those robes of theirs.<br/><br/>Ignoring all the stares that came his way he puts on a social smile and then heads on about looking for an alchemy table if there was one to be found and would start working. He does however hold a finger up to the bartender in silent request for a drink and places down a trio of Septims for the trouble. Two for the drink and one for the tip and he'd clairfy what he wanted.<strong>"I'll take the famed Juniper mead."</strong>He would then set to work on making a few potions. Nothing fancy and just the basics to make sure he got the best result without inadvertently poisoning himself in the process. A bit of wheat and some red flower petals to start with...