Radasanth was a bustling metropolis, full of people from every wall of life. People rushed back and forth, pushing past Nevin as he calmly made his way through the streets. He had already noted a place to get the metallic portions of his own and Sketch's weapons forged, that had been easy enough. He had even ducked inside and made sure they could handle the metalwork, and the master Smith of the forge had been a bit upset that Nevin had dare to question his skills. But he could, and knew how to work with Plynt without burning the metal to ashes.

So, with that confirmed, it was time to find their trainer. All he had to go on was Avis' instructions on how to find the woman, and Nevin had to admit that "check the half-decent brothels" wasn't much to go on. But. It's what he had, and he knew that he at least, needed to learn how to fight better. For too long he had been stumbling along, and the battles that he had gotten into had rarely gone well for him. The struggles to escape their captors with Stare had been close, too close - cracked ribs, heavy bruising, injured stomach... No. He couldn't keep going like this. So a weapon, and training was necessary.

He had already changed his diet, adding in supplements that would help encourage muscle growth, and had started doing some regular exercise beyond just his explorations, and while he hadn't seen any changes yet, Nevin knew that it was only a matter of time. So, with training, he might actually not be completely reliant on luck, magic, and others.

"Well hello there handsome. What can we here at the Emerald Lily do for you today? You're coming in a bit earlier than our normal customers." Nevin blinked twice coming out of his thoughts to look at the woman who was now sitting across from him at the small table. She was dressed modestly but sensually, a light green shift keeping her decency, while a diaphanous gown clung to her form - clearly designed to tittilate observers, but to shift attention away from herself.

The alchemist hadn't realized that the building he had gone into was a brother - he had honestly come in here just searching for place to get a drink and sit for a minute to think. The last few places that he had tried, both the madams and their girls had just stared at him blankly - but they had been rather seedy, nothing at all like this place. Maybe that had been his trouble - he had not been to a brothel here ever before, so had no idea where the decent brothels were or what they looked like. Sheer luck had brought him here - maybe she could help?

"I'm looking for someone, a friend of the half-celestial sent me looking." Nevin watched with bated breath for her reaction. For a second there was a glimmer of dislike that slipped across the woman's features - gone so fast that if he had not specifically been watching for it he would have missed it. Then she was smiling pleasantly as she reached out and patted his hand.

"You poor boy. Have some more to drink while I get a message to the person you're looking for. What did you need?"

"Uhm. I'm trying to get training." The woman nodded and stroked his hand before standing and walking off, her hips twisting sensually, subconsciously, as she strode away. Nevin drained the rest of his mead and asked for another round, fighting down the blush that had tried to creep up his cheeks. Now, to wait.