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She quickly re-retrieves the murky mixture from one of her many coat pockets so they can better see- it's an opaque amber-colored fluid with tiny flecks of red and black in it that flutter about the inside of the vial like falling ash. "Strength... I think. It's been a while since I've made this recipe. Whatever it is, there's only a 3% chance it'll make ya explode, by my estimates." She sits back down on her chair, producing a moderately-sized clay jug from within her alchemy supplies and tracing her finger along a few runes carved into its side, looking for a specific one. "I'm up to go and clobber them whenever the rest of the gang is- I've been itching to try out some new concoctions, and those paladins will make perfect test subjects."

 He raises an eyebrow, reaching out to get a close look at the vial before sitting back down with his Organ Doner in his lap, deciding to be more casual and just chill until everyone's ready to go "Only 3%? You didn't tell me you've been practicing making elixirs that don't explode." He chuckles, closing his eyes as chewing on a cigarette, offering one to them "Want one? They taste better than usual today, don't know what it is though."

She laughs a bit as well, an unseen smirk on her unseen face. "I can't have every potion I make explode- I wanna have at least some repeat customers." Her emerald eyes look to the cigarette for a second, before she looks away and back at her work. "Nah, I'm good for now- don't want to have something burning near all this volatile stuff. Explosions are fun, but not when it happens to me."

 He shrugs, tossing it into his mouth and beginning to chew on it "I'm a repeat customer, and ya know I pay well enough for stuff that goes boom," He takes out one of his knives, tossing it in-between his hands, humming to himself as he does, thinking about what they will do as he plays with the ring on his finger "Oh, and if anyone needs it, I can psychically connect all of us to each other, if we get separated."

*This is going quite well, all things considered.*

*Feel free to do whatever you want, and I'll do my best to facilitate it.*

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 He shrugs, tossing it into his mouth and beginning to chew on it "I'm a repeat customer, and ya know I pay well enough for stuff that goes boom," He takes out one of his knives, tossing it in-between his hands, humming to himself as he does, thinking about what they will do as he plays with the ring on his finger "Oh, and if anyone needs it, I can psychically connect all of us to each other, if we get separated."

She chuckles a bit at that first sentence. "That sounds like a good idea. If we're talking with each other through your psychic brain-waves, then it'll be harder for anyone who can't tune into the signal to know what we're planning, too." She thinks for a moment, and then has an idea. A terrible idea. A wonderful idea.

"Wait, Nigel was tellin' us about that upstart smuggling group before this all went down- how they had good stuff, too... If we're going to attack the paladins' precinct, then we'll need every advantage we can get our hands on. Before we charge in guns-blazing, how about we go and get ourselves some better gear?"

Gretel overhears Lydia and Pimento, leaping onto the table to join the conversation.

”good idea! Hope those smugglers have something fun… like magic items.”

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Gretel overhears Lydia and Pimento, leaping onto the table to join the conversation.

”good idea! Hope those smugglers have something fun… like magic items.”

"From what I was told about it, they're inexperienced, too. Should be easy- we just gotta rush in, beat the tar out of 'em, grab their goodies and run." She has that distinctive greedy glimmer in her eyes as she thinks about it.

Pimento's eyes shine as a grin spreads across his face "Oh that sounds fun, though I think I've got everything I need to get some killing done. The paladin that attacked us was nice enough to give me his crossbow, doesn't mean I ain't gonna help steal some more though. When we heading out?"

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Pimento's eyes shine as a grin spreads across his face "Oh that sounds fun, though I think I've got everything I need to get some killing done. The paladin that attacked us was nice enough to give me his crossbow, doesn't mean I ain't gonna help steal some more though. When we heading out?"

"Whenever we're ready to, I think. I'm pretty much good to go, but I'm not gonna rush in guns blazing if it's only me and one or two others. Hopefully we can get everyone kitted out with as good of gear as that spear-launcher you got."

Nigel is sitting outside in town, pretty badly beaten. A deep cut across his cheek has been stitched up, the threads barely holding the wound together. His nose is a bit busted and a black eye is forming around his left eye. He is tired, exhausted even.

Pimento kicks himself to his feet, his chair falling to the ground as he puts Organ Doner on his back, picking up some of his knives and things he needs before walking out of the bar, spinning the knife "Let's get goin' then. Somebody lead the way to the district before I do it myself." He says cackling, looking over to Nigel for a moment, "Hey Nigel, we're heading off, you should come with, oh, and sorry about gettin' that fight started or whatever."

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Pimento kicks himself to his feet, his chair falling to the ground as he puts Organ Doner on his back, picking up some of his knives and things he needs before walking out of the bar, spinning the knife "Let's get goin' then. Somebody lead the way to the district before I do it myself." He says cackling, looking over to Nigel for a moment, "Hey Nigel, we're heading off, you should come with, oh, and sorry about gettin' that fight started or whatever."

 Nigel grumbles and stands up, grabbing a bottle of beer "Sure you are." he rolls his eyes.

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Nigel is sitting outside in town, pretty badly beaten. A deep cut across his cheek has been stitched up, the threads barely holding the wound together. His nose is a bit busted and a black eye is forming around his left eye. He is tired, exhausted even.

Lydia walks over to beside him, seeing his wounds and muttering something in an arcane tongue as her clawed hand rests on his shoulder, casting cure wounds (6 hit points restored).

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Pimento kicks himself to his feet, his chair falling to the ground as he puts Organ Doner on his back, picking up some of his knives and things he needs before walking out of the bar, spinning the knife "Let's get goin' then. Somebody lead the way to the district before I do it myself." He says cackling, looking over to Nigel for a moment, "Hey Nigel, we're heading off, you should come with, oh, and sorry about gettin' that fight started or whatever."

 Nigel grumbles and stands up, grabbing a bottle of beer "Sure you are." he rolls his eyes.

 He scoffs "I try to be genuine just one time." He flips them off and cracks his neck "Whatever, chump."

*Sorry if the Cure Wounds numbers come up weird- I accidentally used the 2d8 from the 2024 version of the spell instead of the 1d8 the 2014 version has, and tried to correct it.*

"Raiding those smugglers ain't a bad idea. We could find some fun toys and those punks might need a reminder of their place in the world."

*Troll will follow if y'all go. I won't be on again until late afternoon.*

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Pimento kicks himself to his feet, his chair falling to the ground as he puts Organ Doner on his back, picking up some of his knives and things he needs before walking out of the bar, spinning the knife "Let's get goin' then. Somebody lead the way to the district before I do it myself." He says cackling, looking over to Nigel for a moment, "Hey Nigel, we're heading off, you should come with, oh, and sorry about gettin' that fight started or whatever."

Lydia quickly takes apart the various alchemical and mechanical tools she was using into their modular pieces, putting the tools in their boxes and bags that disappear into the coat pockets soon after. She stands up from her chair and follows Pimento. "Alright, let's do this."

*I might need some time to prepare, since I was expecting you to go in a different direction entirely.*

*Keep going, by all means, but give me a day or so, please.*

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*I might need some time to prepare, since I was expecting you to go in a different direction entirely.*

*Keep going, by all means, but give me a day or so, please.*

 *Ah of course, maybe we will do some acts of terror along the way, fight some people for fun, Pimento does get bored easy. I wonder what you have planned.*

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*I might need some time to prepare, since I was expecting you to go in a different direction entirely.*

*Keep going, by all means, but give me a day or so, please.*

*Take as much time as you need to get things in order, friend! We'll probably just cause random chaos on the way there.*