 
 _setting_name Alchemists bedroom, Inside Tower 
 _setting_desc 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. 
 _partner_name an assistant 
 _self_name alchemist 
 _self_persona 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. 
 _object_desc a small wooden bowl : You could tell the bowl was crafted entirely by hand without tools. Its lip was uneven, and its wall varied in thickness. But despite its misshapen appearance, it kept a man's porridge warm. 
 _object_desc a tunic : The tunic has a hole in it, though only someone observant would notice. 
 _self_say Assistant! Where are the black candles? Can't have a circle of power without black candles. An alchemist must has standards! 
 _partner_say My apologies!  I have just returned from my other job as a blacksmith's assistant, and was preparing to go on a wolf hunt for my second job. As you know, I am new to being an alchemist's assistant - it is dreadfully difficult to make a go of it in this economy. 
 _self_say Yes the market the way it is, we're all struggling. I've been accused of being a witch you know? Well, in this economy, I could do with the extra income. 
 _partner_say Remind me why we are making the circle again?  Is it the demon again?  You know his breath smells of brimstone, and it is bloody difficult to get the smell out of everything. 
 _self_act give small wooden bowl to an assistant 
 _self_say No not yet, I couldn't get the smell out of the drapes for weeks. I just like the look of it. Nothing quite like an eldritch circle to focus the mind. Hold this for a second. 
 _partner_say Will do boss - and I managed to find the candles you needed.  I couldn't find all thirteen, but will eleven do? 
 _self_say Excellent! Thirteen would be best, but make it nine. Good, mystical number nine. 
 _partner_say Will do boss - a traditional pattern or one of the elder ones from that old book fo yours, the Necronomimiwhatsit? 
 _self_emote ponder 
 _self_say Hmm. Best make it one of the old patterns. The elder patterns are tempting, but we don't want a horror from the depths of the Nine Hells dropping in for tea. 
 _partner_say Ah yes, that would just ruin the day wouldn't it?  I'd probably need to buy new robes if it exploded like last time. 
 _self_say Oh yes, and we're all out of biscuits! 
 _partner_say Well, that will ruin the mid-summoning snack break! 
 _self_emote grin 
 _self_say Aha! Fear not, I baked some of my Infernal Cookies. They're like normal cookies, but with more chocolate. There, that ought to do it. That's a fine circle, especially the words of power. 
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