The master alchemist is busy looking at naughty booklets and chuckling to himself. The idea of a old man looking at naughty bits send far too many nasty images into your precious precious mind scape.<br/><br/>Luckily for you and your sanity he puts it away once you stumble into his office, which looks just like any other office. Vials of strange shit all over the place and on top of each other, one bad step and a bump could mean the difference between explosions and the unrelated fire, or something spilling on you and changing your sex.<br/><br/>" Ah yes yes, good to see that you are still alive and not on fire! What sort of presents did you get me this time?"<br/><br/>Taking a look at the bag and the box you are holding, since again you cannot stuff it into your sack. Before you can even answer, however, he starts rambling about such and such date rape drug he is making that he stocks and sells fairly good in the first place. Also sell things the customers want, that is the best way to make some money.