Alyssandra<br/><br/>Alyssandra watched as the elderly figure took a seat in the large, cushioned chair (the only one in her house).  She was just thankful he’d had his guards wait outside the door.  Going to the kitchen, she fetched a tray of wine, light biscuits, and soft goat cheese, setting it on the table before him.  Satisfied that he was not going to cause any trouble, she set to thinking about the order.<br/>Sleeping draughts were child’s play.  She could whip one up in about an hour, depending on the strength and amount.  Love potions on the other hand…  On top of that, 'love potions' were a joke of the Guild; most respectable alchemists didn't believe in them for a second, but they always brought in tons of money so the idea was kept alive.  Alyssandra, however, knew things many in the Guild did not.<br/>However, it was Alyssandra’s firm belief that the passions shouldn’t be meddled in by mere mortals; if the Gods themselves couldn’t get it right, how could Man expect to have success?  Yet, distinct jingle of the man’s purse kept butting into Alyssandra’s mind, forcing out all thoughts of prudence or caution.<br/>“The sleeping draught can be ready tonight.  I assume you need something a bit more potent – and discreet – than the junk street-peddlers sell or you wouldn’t have come to me,” the man didn’t protest so she continued.  “I have a special purification of my own design – a small pinch takes effect within an hour and produces a deep, dreamless sleep of approximately 8 hours.  I will simply need the amount you require.  The ‘love’ mixture will be… more difficult.”  Alyssandra slipped out of the sitting room, throwing on some more socially appropriate clothing, before continuing with the man.  As an afterthought, she grabbed the leather workbelt from her bench.  The ceramic and metal within the belts pouched tinkled slightly as she cinched it around her waist.<br/>“As you certainly know, I am not some uneducated urchin trying to pawn a copper with vials of sweetened horse urine.  I can give you what you want, but I will need information first.  The passions, primarily Love, are governed by the heart and the conditions of its surrounding fluids; attempting to influence them with Art can be dangerous.  I will need more detailed information pertaining to the, um, recipient, and any, um, other pertinent circumstances, before I can even begin thinking of making something like that.”<br/>