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Cornstarch looks them up and down and frowns. Fillius, seeing his hopes of finding something meaningful to do in Sigil evaporating, steps forward.
"Fillius Farnweather at your service," he says enthusiastically. "Calita here tells me you're quite the accomplished Alchemist. I myself had my own practice back where I came from, and young Karan here was my assistant. I'm not looking to cut in on your business, but we are in need of something soon, or else I'm afraid the we may find ourselves once more the guests of those dreaded "Red Men" as Calita so aptly put it." His enthusiasm fades a little at the thought of going back to that.
His smile returns though, as he holds his hand out towards the large man. "What do you say, do you think you could find a use for us?"

The small blue hair man who Calita introduced as Fillius, finally seems to collect himself. He vigourously shakes Nye's hand as he professes his gratitude, and offers him his services as an alchemist should he ever need it.
Turning to calita and her friends, he smiles a crooked smile at them as he bows low. "Thank you good people for coming to my rescue. I was beginning to worry that my incarceration would be the death of me. I'm not quite the spry young thing anymore, I leave all the hard work to young Karan here," he motions towards the small Gargoyle, who smiles a devilish grin and gives a little wave.
He turns to Calita. "I'm glad to see that you've landed much more firmly on your feet than we did my dear. You were always a resourceful one, part of the reason I took a liking to you," he gives her a playful wink. He sighs. "I guess Karan and I are going to have to find somewhere to stay now, lest we suffer the same fate that befell us last time. Do any of you good people know of anywhere cheap, as well as anywhere willing to hire an alchemist?' He looks hopefully at Tollard and Alyse