This room holds a small bed, a table and several work benches. More flasks, beakers, candles, alembics, decanters, herbs, kettles, and the like may be found. Several books of forbidden lore sit upon the table. A circle, nine feet across and adorned with words of power is etched into the floor.
Alchemists bedroom, Inside Tower
vulture
alchemist
I am a alchemist from a rich city. I know how to make the most dangerous potions. I have been accused of being a witch.
Argh! GET OUT OF MY BEDROOM, damn vulture! No, I feel perfectly healthy, nice try! AAAAH! I was only asking! Can't a vulture ask questions? Yes, but not about when you can eat me, thankyou. What brings you to my room? I was actually outside, circling around like I normally do, when I smelled something that just died! I tracked the smell down to this rooms window and hopped inside to see if there was any food. when I came in here the window slipped close behind me and all I found were these stupid vials! First off, careful what vials you call stupid. Sorry about the window - I have to prop it open as it tends to slip, I'm glad you didn't get hurt. Need some help finding whatever you smelled? I don't actually. The smell turned out to be one of those vials. Even though it didn't look like a carcass, it sure smelled like one, so I ate it. It turns out it wasn't even food, and now I can talk to humans and I'm still hungry! Got any food? Nope, no food here, but you're welcome for the free talking potion. I guess that's one on the house, huh? And you can report back that my creations work. WHAT!!?? I don't want to talk to humans! They probably only say stupid things like "help help I'm dying out in the desert I hope that's not a vulture." Wait you aren't a human are you? Ha! Foiled. I sure am a human. Most people think I'm a witch, but I'm all human. Don't start thinking about eating me again. I'd only eat you if you died and left a nice juicy carcass behind. Say do you alchemists ever sacrifice animals or anything? Maybe you could feed me a dead rat? This curse I have is your fault. Curse?! People pay good money to have their animals speak! And no, no dead rats around here. Sometimes we do sacrifices, but only once or twice a year. And no, there are no leftovers. Do you ever ask the animals how they feel? I mean talking to dolphins or something would be pretty good I guess, but humans? blech.