The table is made of solid oak and is worn and scarred, evidence of years of use and abuse. As you look closer, you notice intricate carvings etched into its surface. The carvings depict scenes of dragons and knights engaged in fierce battles, each detail expertly rendered. The carvings seem to come to life as the light from the nearby lantern flickers across them, the dragons appearing to breathe fire as the knights wield their swords with deadly accuracy.
The Siren is seated at the table. As you approach, you can feel a slight sea breeze emanating from her, reminding you of the vast and mysterious depths of the ocean.
You sense the essence of magic somewhere on the table, and decide to examine it thoroughly. As you run your hand along its surface, you can for certain detect magic at work, but who would enchant a table? On a whim, you take a look at the underside of the table and… what’s this? Something carved into the wood:
“FIBRALUMOS” As you say the word, it glows with a mysterious radiance. Perhaps there’s somewhere you could use this magical word?
Seated before you is a beautiful and mesmerizing creature whose skin is partially covered in shimmering scales. Her hair is long and flowing like elegantly tangled seaweed and her eyes contain an otherworldly quality, glimmering with a depth and intensity that can only be found in the great abysses of the sea. She moves with the same fluidity as the waves her kind are born in. You can feel an aura of gentle power, the innate magic that lets Sirens live both in the ocean and on land. It feels like salt water and sunshine.
The tools of an alchemist accompany her graceful gown, swirling potions in varying hues catching the light and your gaze. Who knows what powerful elixirs she could conjure if given the proper ingredients. You’ve heard that with the right inventory, a well-trained alchemist could rival the average mage.
Her attention strays to you for just a moment, and the sense of standing on a warm beach intensifies. She looks back down at her notebook, and you take a moment to collect yourself before approaching her.
“Oh, um, hello. Yes, I’m Tua’la, alchemist and apothecary.”
Her voice is soft, like a summer rain. You think that you could sit and listen to her talk all day.
“Poor, sweet Auberon. I can’t imagine who would do something like this to him, or why. Sure, he had some skeletons in his closet, but who among us doesn’t?
What?! Me? I… Well, yes, he did ask me to leave our adventuring group all those years ago. But I wasn’t upset! Well, not for that long, anyway. See, he was right after all, I wasn’t a great fit! I wasn’t the best adventurer, it turns out. Potions are one thing, but something like what you do, powerful spells and incantations and such? Beyond my grasp. Anyway, after I separated from the party, I took on an apprenticeship with an herbalist, and, well, here we are. Everyone else though, they all have reasons for bad blood between themselves and Auberon far beyond what he and I had. I just can’t think who would want to take things this far…”
