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[Zendella Smythe]

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Delivered to his lab...via squirrel mail..

Brother Drago,

I was wondering if I could meet with you soon. My son Gray has shown quite the affinity for numbers and mathematical equations. That aside I see the possiblity of a budding alchemist in him. Please if you would assess him and perhaps take him under your wing, I would appreciate it. I am hoping, we can meet tonight to discuss it further.

Wisty

[Mairsil]

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Dragothien narrowed an eye, gauging the distance of the squirrel as he stared down the bolt atop his pointing crossbow. In another moment he would of fired, but alas the little beast carried a message, a message that must have been destined to reach him.

Setting down the bow, Drago watched and waited as the squirrel made its way before him, sitting on the floor and staring. Reaching down, he took the note and read it, penning a responce immediately.

Numbers and equations are for beurocrats - If your son does indeed have the interest I will teach him real alchemy..

I would be happy to meet the two of you tonight. I require that he bring with him a vial, chocolate, and sulfurish ash.

-Dragothien, The Legendary Alchemist


Dragothein looked back the beast, giving it his return letter.

There you go my furious little messenger. Now run like the wind!

Practically shouting his last words to the squirrel, he emptied a vial of blue liquid over its head for emphasis and shooed it on its way with his foot.
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