Ven blinked, then smiled and clapped his hands together. "Yes, onward to business my fellow good man person!" He then pulled out a sealed envelope from pocket on the inside of his coat, then handed it to the crimson themed alchemist. "My friend boss quasi adoptive grandfather figure has heard of your shop, and he asked me to get some ingredients he otherwise couldn't attain elsewhere. Well, probably not true, but coming through an official front is so much more convenient for him. Meanwhile, I agreed because I was just so DAMN bored. I had to get out, do something! I was going mad! Boredom is a disease, and it’s dastardly one at that. It crawls its way in, leaching off of you like a terrible parasite it is, slowly driving one insane until they finally break. You turn into a hollow shell of the man you once were. Stronger men than myself have fallen to it’s terrible power, men thought to be untouchable! Yet I survived! Mr. Nevin, the next victim could have been myself! I could have been the next victim to the terrible epidemic! It could have been me!”

Ven then took a breath, as he said everything very loudly, very dramatically, and in rapid a fire session. He raised a finger, signaling he needed just a moment, then continued on, albeit not so loud. “So really, I should thank you, because this meeting has saved me.”

Ven then proceeded to bear hug Nevin to show his appreciation, lifting him off his feet or a moment. He then backed away and gave a content sigh. “Ahhh, I feel so much better. Thank you again. Now to business... Again”

Ven motioned to the letter. “If I know Archie, that letter is going to be asking for the strongest paralysis and sedatives you have got available. Don’t ask me how I know, because the answer is I read the letter before it was sealed. Now can you provide?”