"It is a worthy plan." The alchemist nod his head and then turned to the others. "If you come up with good haul, I think I can move things ahead for profit, both to myself and you. I am also willing to go along at times if you happen too need a bit more 'bang' to things. The bombs I carry are nasty little surprises for those unlucky enough to end in their path."<br/><br/>Alexander looked from one person to another. "I for one am certain this world could be a lot better if we wrenched it from the grip of those who have interest only in preserving things as they are, where they are gaining more from the suffering of others. I don't say we can change it all in an instant if we do this, but we can at least be part of pushing things in the right direction."<br/><br/>That was the idealist in him hoping for the best. The realist in him made him add the following. "Even so, making a fortune from their wealth does not sound bad either, does it?" He spoke seriously again, but then shrugged, leaning back and finishing his ale. Two mugs. That was his limit, for now. He did not want to actually get seriously drunk, so he watched what he drank.