As they walked out, Alden took the time to take note of his surroundings. The musicians and dancers weren't new to him. But at the same time, he had never gotten so close to where they were performing before. Both performers had him slow his footsteps for a moment, causing him to trail behind before he finally averted his gaze to continue following Abir.<br/><br/>By the time they reached the tent, Alden was all too ready to believe that this was the tent of one who worked with potions and crafting. The various supplies strewn about once he peered inside were proof enough, as he couldn't help but give a sympathetic sigh. He knew all too well what it was like to work in such disarray. His own brewery, though much more cramped than this tent, had a similar look to it. The main difference he could spot was the sheer variety of things this man had to work with, compiling into an offensive smell that he was also unfamiliar with.<br/><br/>By the time he walked in, Abir had already shown Zaruk the cockatrice corpse.<br/><br/>Upon hearing Abir's proclamation of calling Alden 'the man I love', followed by Zaruk's confused reply, the collector simply rolled his eyes.<br/><br/>"I've given up attempting to make sense of his decision to call me that. In any case, you may call me Alden. My main passion is collecting monsters like the poor soul you have in that box, though preferably alive. But, I'm also quite fond of brewing potions myself. I've created a transfiguration potion of sorts but...never quite bothered looking into a concoction that could reverse the effects. Your brother has told me that you'd be the man to talk about such a thing. And judging from your well-stocked work area..."<br/><br/>He took a moment to glance around the tent once more before returning his gaze to Zaruk. "...it seems you are certainly very experienced in these matters."