Hurrying to the front door of the place, Alexander knocked, using the sequence of knocks he had received. A short while of waiting before the door was parted, and with a smile the young man handed out a small vial to the bartender. A nod of a head later, he found himself allowed inside, and the door shut once more.<br/><br/>Alexander smirked as he looked around silently. The place was an interesting cross between rich and poor, noble and common. He considered himself to be similar in a way, caught between the rich and the poor. He was selling his services for the rich to be able to afford to try and help the poor at times. He was an opportunist, but this time, he had to be an idealist, in a sense.<br/><br/>There was a reason why he followed Asleod. He believed in the fellow. Ever since Asleod warned him about a sting that might have gotten him exposed as a magic-maker, he had owed the thief a service, but also a strange sense of loyalty. Taking a risk to help him, he was more than willing to return that to Asleod. "Your next client works for Inquisitor" had been all he had needed. With that warning, Asleod had made himself very dear to the alchemist, who had driven off the person seeking actual magic from him, and perhaps barely avoided a hangman's noose or a cold steel axe at dawn.<br/><br/>"Can I have a little of your fine ale then? I believe you mentioned it back when you asked for that, but I didn't have any ready on short call." He smiled to the bartender, not asking for its price, not offering to pay for his drink either. One hand washes another, he thought. With that done, he moved to a table, waiting till the bartender handed him a mug soon after.<br/><br/>So there he was, sitting in a tavern sipping on a fairly nice ale, having handed off a bit of Alchemist's Kindness to the bartender to help deal with the hangover the fellow had. Brewing good things, the man had a taste for his own produce, and Alexander did not think of it as a bad thing to supply the man of his own produce in exchange for a sip of the bartender's brew.<br/><br/>Tonight would be interesting. Alexander had barely believed his ears when he heard that there would be a gathering. He had not really expected to be invited anywhere by Asleod, and from what he had understood it would be an event he did not want to miss.<br/><br/>So the young, blonde man sat there, his fine clothing made for an explorer, with a slightly bored expression remaining on his face. He wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, he wasn't looking bad either, but his outfit was one of those weird things. He was not out exploring, he just found the many pockets and the sturdy nature of the clothes useful for himself. He carried a nice scent of fresh herbs and soap around him, an advantage of being someone who worked with such things was that he rarely had to go without some for his personal use.<br/><br/>What he needed now was answers to his questions, though he imagined he would likely learn most of them through observation rather than by questions. Sipping on the ale, he smirked a hint again. The brew was good at least.<br/><br/>"So, what's so important that you want a fellow to close early and show up here?" Alexander Thornrose gave his most friendly smile to Asleod, but wasn't really thinking he'd get a reply. "Or should I just wait and see?"