<strong>Amelia Allbright</strong><br/><br/>Amelia the Alchemist closed up her wagon and left it parked behind the Inn with her horses, where it would be relatively safe. The big contraption was both her store front and her living space. One of the sides sported a hand painted sign, the words 'Amelia's Alchemical Assortment' painted in flowing script up top, a variety of cheery-looking potion bottles arranged merrily below. Frankly, the design sickened her, but it drew in customers and nobody wanted to see a vivid depiction of dried sungrass and pickled toad eyes. She had picked up the bounty notice the day before one town over. The price of the bounty instantly drew her attention. Alchemy was an expensive career and the more precious reagents were highly priced. The 'worthless necklace' bit made the entire deal sound like a trap, but with a reward this high she was hardly one to resist.<br/><br/>As she entered the tavern her gaze drifted around the room. The usual assortment of drunks, idiots, and rabblerousers. The back room door was open. Perhaps there? Amelia turned aside a waitress and strode across the tavern, her heavy potion belts clinking as she moved, her boot heels clicking across the floor. When she entered the back room she spotted one unknown man and a woman she was very (and intimately) familiar with. A grin crossed Amelia's lips and she spoke in that quiet purr of hers, "Isaera. I should have known. Only you would lead a quest for a worthless item and throw away such a high reward on it. Your quests are the absolute worst. You'd be dead ten times over if it wasn't for me." The alchemist grinned, her tone was light and teasing.