Amelia snorts and laughs, "You? You'll slow down when you're dead. You talk like this now, but wait until the action starts. I know you better than you think." She smiled over at the elf, "I'm much more observant than you give me credit for, Miss Cryptic Elf." The alchemist returned to her work, sliding over a bottle full of some thick brown liquid. She carefully tapped out a bit of the powder into it and the concoction fizzed a moment before settling. Raising the bottle, she squinted at it, obviously seeing something only a trained professional of her caliber could see. Setting it down again, she replied, "I'm fine. I've got a fairly regular route now and business is picking up. I'm starting to get recognized. Hopefully if we don't all get crushed under falling rocks on this quest I can use the reward money to purchase my own shop." Amelia raised a bottle of clear liquid and poured a few drops into the brown bottle. Again, it fizzed, then settled. The liquid inside turned a dark shade of red.