Iriel - AC17 - HP8<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e7/Dancer_elf.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Iriel sat cross legged on a small wooden stool, a set of loose fitting clothes at odds with the strange mask she wore.  The table in front of her was covered in vials, flasks, beakers, and other containers.  Various liquids, powders, and gases filled the containers, some bubbling over a small fire, other simply waiting for use.  She was humming softly to herself off-key as she worked, carefully measuring out small amounts of powders to combine in an amber liquid.  Her head lifted as she heard the bell on her door, and she turned to look towards the intruder.<br/><br/><strong>"We're closed for business."  </strong>She informed the man, her voice barely above a whisper and muffled by the mask she wore.<strong>"If you'd like to buy any alchemical products, come back tomorrow.  If you're looking for something else, I perform every other night.  I don't do private shows."</strong>With that, she turned her head back to her work.  When he explained his purpose, she let out a soft sigh.<strong> "I'll be there shortly."</strong><br/><br/>She took a few minutes to gather her gear and supplies.  A chain shirt over her loose flowing clothes.  A bow strapped to her back and a sword at her hip.  A heavy leather satchel at her other hip, for when she needed to make something on the fly.