<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/7c29525a6544f8e21f81fedc988a141a/tumblr_oggp33Tmy51r3m39wo1_1280.png)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Mirish Penumbra</strong></span></span></div><br/>The monk pressed her right fist into her open palm and gave the alchemist a stiff bow in acknowledgement. With a soft exhalation of breath, she dismissed the last traces of irritation. Truth be told, her interest had been piqued by his research and the challenge of finding a material to contain the strongest solvent. A task like that might just be enough to overcome her current inertia. Mirish recognised that she was at risk of growing too comfortable in Tollmouth.<br/><br/>"Of course," she agreed, "if you are sure that you need no immediate assistance, I shall be sure to bring news of any suitable substance I discover on my journeys."<br/><br/>She turned away then, spreading her arms as she walked to encourage the remaining onlookers to disperse. Her bright eyes scanned the crowd, reassuring herself that no-one had been unduly affected by the acidic fumes. Only then did she resume her original course. The monk was eager to return to her lodgings, where she could plan the next leg of her journey.