Leanna hustled along through the knee high grasses, glad that this wagon wasn't heading directly towards the palisades.  The foggy mist that obscured her vision from a long distance was probably helping her.  She wasn't a stealthy person by any means but if she was following a wagon, the driver wouldn't see her before she would see it thanks to the fog.<br/><br/>She hustled along for a while, and her hopes fell as she realized that she wasn't going to catch it before the lake.  But eventually she did, and she stopped at the edge of her vision as she watched the strange sight.  There was an old wagon, with a single ox hooked to the front.  The wagon had an old faded and chipped paint job.  The extremely worn paint on it proclaimed<strong>"Rathazul - Alchemist Extraordinaire"</strong>Then in letters below it she could just barely make out:<br/><div align="center"><strong><br/>"Potions crafted<br/>Armor transmogrified<br/>Taint removed<br/>Items purified<br/>and MORE!"<br/></strong></div><br/>But the strangest thing was the man that was attending the wagon.  It looked like a man, but he wasn't human.  He looked like a rat that had grown to be four feet tall and walk on hind legs.  Dressed in old grey robes he hobbled around the wagon and Leanna watched as he unhitched the ox from the wagon.  She didn't think he was a demon, he was moving very slowly and even at this distance, she had the impression that he was a very old man.<br/><br/>Deciding to risk it, she approached slowly.  She was fairly close before the man recognized her, and turned smiling at her.  He was indeed old, how she could tell she wasn't sure, but his face was lined with hundreds of wrinkles and he moved slowly.  But his grin split his rodent face and he spread his arms, a walking stick in one hand,  "Ahhhhh hello there traveler.  Welcome to the wagon of Rathazul, I am he, the master alchemist.  What brings you to my esteemed shop this evening?"<br/>