The alchemist nods amiably and scribbles down a note of it before hopping down from his seat to retrieve the a bottle filled to the brim with a pinkish lotion.<br/><br/>"Here you are! Your special order should be ready in about a day. Enjoy your trip, and it's a pleasure doing business with you."<br/><br/>Bowing, the gnome guides them back to the portal before leaving them to pass through on their own, in case there might be anything they'd rather he not see; privacy, apparently, was as much a part of the service here as anything else.<br/><br/>Reaver, the most observant of the group at perceiving the emotions of others, doesn't give any outward signs to Atelia, but gives her mistress a telepathic whisper of encouragement.<br/><br/>"I have sworn to protect you, Mistress, and I will fulfill that oath or die in the attempt. You will return."