At the workshop.
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* comes a knock at the door as it rattles the countless bottles and tools lining the walls of a smoky workshop in the backstreets of Absalom.
"If it is a letter or package, put it on the thingy that says 'Stuff Here!' okay?" says a small grey skinned goblin hunched over a table filled with scrapmetal and bubbling liquids. His black duster is covered in holes and acid burns but his goggles are in pristine condition with the silver frames sparkling in the dim light.
Back outside the gruff messenger shrugs before putting down the letter on the odd metal plate. With a loud whir and the suction of air...the letter disappears into a pipe.
Inside the warehouse magical lights begin to pulse as pipes rattle along the rooms wall, small explosions and sparks of electricity leap from the rafters. A few moments later a singed and crumpled letter drops from an opening onto the head of the goblin before bouncing into a puddle of blue liquid.
"Ooops. Still needs adjustments, " he says before padding the the letter dry with a stained cloth...that begins to disintegrate, "and I need to color code my towels..." he says to himself as he begins to read...what is left to read.
He slides back his chair and turns around only to be staring at the belt of his boss, Mhazruk Kruhl. The orc has a frustrated look on his face but appears to be holding back a laugh.
"Drizzic...your contraptions are going to send our workshop up in flames. You are certainly the most destructive of the apprentices but it looks like you have a trip? I can see what remains of the Glyph of the Open Road?" he asks looking at the sad state of the summons.
The goblin, Drizzic, nods vigorously. "You nailed it boss! Something something Sarkoris! Guess I better hurry if I am going to make it...plus I still owe you a bit for last weeks...experiment. AHAHA. I may be the most destructive but I am also your favorite and first!" he says hugging the orc and showing that their attire is almost perfectly matching.
The goblin then starts sliding random vials and metal into his bag, hefts up a modified crossbow on his shoulder and lifts up his goggles before exiting.
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In Nerosyan.
Drizic quickly hops off the wagon and hands his payment over with a business pamphlet that he pulls from a pouch stuffed with them.
Rook's Alchemical Supplies and Metalcraft! Absalom's most explosive deals. "If we can't fix it we can get it out of the way!" except
"& Drizzic's" has been scribbled in next to his bosses name.
He races towards the meeting point with his vials clanking as he goes. Once there he dusts off his gear and pushes the door open, spotting the hooded halfling, the half-orc, and another goblin!
"Hello! Hello! My name is Drizzic Kruhl of Rook's Alchemical Suppliers. Here to provide aid to the Vigilant Seal!" he says extending a hand and a pamphlet to the others present.
Upon closer inspection in the room, Drizzic has the burn-marked grey flesh of the Charhide goblins. His black duster is covered in pouches and vial holders with a variety of glowing liquids, his goggles are pushed up on his head ruffling a bleached mohawk that is singed on the ends. On his back is a crossbow modified to have a rack holding different vials of liquid.
