Looking for Alchemy Teacher

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[!] A short note would be pinned to notice boards around Almaris.

Karin'ayla and hello!  My name is Luthriel, and I am looking for an alchemy teacher.  After the recent month of blood rain, I have become aware of the necessity of having better ways to defend myself, my family, my llirs, and my community from the horrors that are sure to follow this bad omen.  Since alchemy neither weakens an individual nor requires an individual's dedication to a deity, I've decided it is a good choice rather than learning a magic.  Please bird me if you are interested in taking on a student.

 

Of course, I'm willing to pay for lessons!

Thank you, Ahernan,

Luthriel

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The missive was crumpled, Remon turning to look to Celia'nor with a grin on his face.

I'm already here, and they don't know it..

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Leniandir would spot one of the notices as she travelled, a large something bundled very carefully in a sack upon her back wriggling every now and then.

 

"Eh, wha's this? HA," She pulled the note down, tearing the corner slightly. "Would yah look a' tha' Deacon?" She showed it to her ceramic golem assistant. "Eh doesn' know how teh fin' ah teacher. Maybeh they're too nervous teh ask fer themselves, aye?" She laughed alone to herself, the emotionless construct having little reaction, though it nodded.

 

Leniandir set the wriggling sack down very gently, and penned a response. Though it couldn't possibly be known, whether or not the original writer would ever pass by the exact notice board upon which the young Ker would respond, she pinned it to the bottom of the note regardless.

 

"To the youngling who seeks a teacher, I would like to offer some advice. Most, if not all, teachers of the alchemical arts who value the quality of their craft will rarely seek out the student by their own will. Dig your heels in lad, and search with your own eyes."

 

Upon finishing it, and tacking it up on the board, with the assistance of deacon she once more donned the wriggling pack upon her back, and began to cadance and jog in time with Deacon, back towards her home.