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Might not be on for a while, I may be grounded for the foreseeable future by this evening. If so, I will message one of the GMs, but if I can't, this is the advance warning.

EDIT: Nevermind, we're good! 

((Despite the futility, Drua is angry and refuses to believe it's a dead-end! Onwards, to bad decisions!  ))

Drua curses, walking away from the professionals district, livid with rage as she walks the crowded streets. Alchemical processes were illegal here? In a republic?! There wasn't a damn priest within sight, and they had the nerve to shove her out! She wasn't doing this to break any laws; she was compiling a work that would help define her craft! If the progress of the Goddess's herbs and the wonders of alchemy were going to stopped by a few guards, she'd be damned. Of course, the jewellers in the district would know some people who knew the techniques she needed to document, and as a few herbalists she had learned from were fond of saying, everyone knew someone who could get you the right poison eventually. Of course, getting back into the district now would be a bit more complex, but this was for her grand work, for the encyclopaedia! She'd need to find a disguise, of course, then sneak back into the district and make some subtle inquiries. A lot of people filtered in and out of the place, she'd do her best to blend in with that crowd, maybe hitching a ride on a delivery cart wouldn't be a bad idea, she needed to get back in there...

Drua will attempt to find a disguise, then sneak back into the jewellers district and make some subtle inquiries about the techniques she needs.

Still here. Still not much happening. Yay?

Better than a lot of bad stuff happening, at least!

10/10

Drua pays for the stay at the inn, loosely mapping out the knowledge she'd need to gain. Goddess, this was a large project, but she knew she could complete it. Her steward would be protecting her property, and she knew she could get some more money from her steward if needed. Hearing that lizard's plans, Drua agreed and gives Locanil loose contact directions to a few inns and shelters in the next province over. Time for a journey. Renting a horse from the local stable, she details out the plans to head into the Republic of Groaning and head to the capital of Groan, where she'd do her best to find a crafter skilled in the art of alchemy, someone who could forge gemstones or do the complex plating procedure that would allow her to study the process.

Drua sits in her cabin on board the ship and sighs, going over some formulas and recipes she had packed with her. The sea was too moving to conduct any experiments, they had been blown off-course, but it wasn't all bad. She had caught up on some reading she had acquired from Suul, a very interesting little package on how different religions formed and prospered. What Drua liked most about the work was not the content, which she found extremely dry, because she knew there were two types of religions: those that wanted to burn you and varying degrees of everything else from the others. The thing she liked most about the work was the way it seemed to be an easy introduction to the topic, and she wondered if she could do the same for alchemy and herbalism...

Start work on an Encyclopaedia of Alchemy and Herbalism while the voyage across the sea continues.

"No worries, my new assistant! We're going to head up and map the Storm Coast before taking a voyage far across the sea, to see what we can discover over there. I've heard rumours of city states and even a republic! I'm sure the trip won't be boring..."

((Sorry for the delay!))

Before the voyage..

"No, I don't know where that up-start usurper is."

Shortly after departure...
Drua sees a desperate rowboat following her ship, and sighs. It was the damn lizard! She never much liked his kind, with the strange culture, stranger ideas of medicine, and overall aloofness of their kind. She rushes to the captain of the boat, a harsh yet fair sea-faring monk who nods at her order to slow. A moment later, the sails are drawn down and the boat gently curls into a stop. That damn lizard is brought aboard, and Drua looks at him coldly.

"What do you want?"