"If I find alchemists mercy...I must start praying", he muttered still fairly hung over fromt he night before. Bits and pieces of the night came and went. Thinking hurt like hell and it was way too bright.<br/><br/>Something poked at the back of his mind. Did he have a job today?<br/><br/>Eitherway, he was going for breakfast or an alchemists shop whichever he found first. His head pounded like an angry orc, and he couldn't afford to piss off any business. After all it would sour his reputation.