Nevin hefted the bag of coins in his hand - it was a fair mix of silver and copper, no gold to worry about drawing unwanted attention with. He had just stepped out of a butcher's shop - the heavy set man had been quite pleased to hear what meat Nevin was trying to sell. According to what he told Nevin, the lizard that he had fought and killed was a troublesome pest that bred slowly in the forest, and had a primarily meat-based diet.

A previous hunter had managed to take one down and bring it in, and the town had found out that the meat was, while not enough to be considered a true delicacy, was definitely higher quality than was normally found. As such, people paid premiums whenever a hunter was able to bring one down. Nevin himself got a bit of a bonus for having already drained the meat of blood - apparently it tended to stink up whatever work area it was in. Though the butcher did seem put out that Nevin didn't offer any of the organs for sale, but that was easily explained as the Alchemist wanting to see what the organs would be good for in his trade.

There was a warning about the acid though. Apparently anything less than glass or a treated metal would eventually fail against the 'bile of the beast' as the butcher put it, unless it was kept in the pouch that it had originally been in inside of the lizard's body. Nevin filed that information away for later - he had filled a small glass jar with the acid, so he wasn't particularly concerned about it. The lizard's acid sac had not been filled, or even half filled when Nevin had slain the beast - it had been trying to get through that rock after all, so had used up a portion od its acid already.

Now then, Nevin had an unexpected bonus of coins. He already had a fair idea of what to do with those coins though - his shirt and leather tunic had proven not up to the task of protecting him from injury. Time to see if Yark or Llukrath or one of the other Journeymen could use the scales to make a reinforced hide chest piece of some kind. He headed in the direction of his on-again off-again employers, hoping they could at least help him out by telling him who could, if they could not. The alchemist paused as a bout of dizziness washed over him and he frowned.

He had lost more blood than he had initially thought, it seemed. And while he could use the vial of vital essence that he had gathered from the rabbit, he saw that as a waste at this point - especially now that he was back in town. Once the vertigo had faded Nevin started on his way towards the clinic instead. Hopefully one of the magical healers there would be comfortable with working on a patient who insisted that their clothing remained on. If not, well, he s have to go back to his shop and see how he could handle this injury with his own stocks. It would be a hit to his profits, but better that than revealing to anyone just what was running across his skin.

Of course though, having never gone there from the butcher's shop - and that had been a miracle in and of itself that he had made it there without getting lost - Nevin soon realized that he had no idea where he was. Correction, he knew where he was: standing in front of a large, barred entrance to Stonevale's sewers. What he didn't know was how in the name of crimson he had gotten there. He sighed, and started looking for someone to help guide him.

~Fin~