Sicard Spence

front of Sicard and Emmanellain, he starts by naming each ingredient as they're brought over.

make our fantasia."

The other man, very obviously Limsan, nods. "Hear ye rather watch it be made?" He asks Emmanellain. "Not a problem, Spence asked me t' walk ye through every step of the process. Have a seat, we can get started."

As he starts gathering ingredients to sit on the table in+

"He doesn't mind. Like I said, I already talked to him about it."

Soon enough, they're entering the alchemy lab, and Sicard weaves through until they eventually come up to a Hyur man. Sicard and the man chat for a moment, before Sicard introduces him to Emmanellain.

"This be Lykil. He's gonna+

"I said I worked with him before, I jus' assumed..." Holds him a little tighter.

"We can ask him when we get there, probably a couple hours."

everything is..."

In truth, his contact is making /two/ identical potions so Sicard can /ensure/ Emmanellain sees that he can trust it... But he isn't going to tell him that /yet/.

"He was one o' th' Sisters years an' years ago. We joined around th' same time." He explains. "He's saved me arse a ton o' times."

He holds Emmanellain a little tighter. "I already spoke with 'im. He'll make the potion right in front o' ye, so ye can see everything he's usin'. Explain what+

"I know what he does, but I don't know the proper term for where alchemists work??? Th' place is called th' High Crucible of Al-Kimiya." He tries to reassure Emmanellain, sensing his unease.

"They're an alchemist, so they work in the alchemist... lab? I don't know what ye would call it..." He laughs, continuing to lead Emmanellain to their destination.

"Aye, it's beautiful." He smirks, keeping a tight hold on Emmanellain.

"Once we get that fantasia for ye, we can spend some time explorin' the city." He nods. "I haven't met th' ruler here, I'm sure yer sister has." He adds, laughing.

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The airship docks in Radz-at-han, and Sicard keeps an arm around Emmanellain's waist, leading him through the streets to where his alchemist ally resides.

"Ye okay, luv?"

Aye, I prefer stabbers in a duel, personally...

Daggers. I'll use me gun if I need to but.

[Shrug]

Prefer me knives.

Didn't want t' be humiliated, but I did have me reasons for it.

[He waves a hand dismissively.]

Either way, one situation doesn't dismiss me ability t' kill.

[A slight pause.]

I don't like killin' with me gun, anyways.

Would ye believe me if I said we orchestrated it that way?

Have before. Nothin' stoppin' me from doin' it again if I need to.

[He waves a hand dismissively.]

That ain't important. I mean, sure, it be nice, but I'd rather give praise, especially if it makes me partner all cute an' flustered~

[NARROWS EYES.]

That's not-- it be a metaphor...

'The way to one's heart' means ye know how t' win someone over... Anyways, because I be attentive, I listen, I try to do what me partner wants or likes~

Some say I be attractive, as well. But that's not what I be focusin' on right now~

AHEM.

What do ye mean, how?

I know my way to a cove or dove's heart~ It be that simple~

Alright, I'll meet ye there.

Aye, I'd like that.

I'm charming~

Not without me.

Hah!

Alright, let's go, then~

My place is on my ship, so if that be alright with you, I'm down~

Aye, I'd be down~

😘

"Good." His smirk continues, but he continues pushing Jacke towards the shower.

"Now, come on. Get in. I ain't gonna be sexy until ye don't reek anymore."

He laughs.

"Do ye really be complainin'? Ain't this what ye wanted?" Smirking, stepping closer.

"Me? Showerin' with ye?"