Iza held his newly made clay bottle and played with it restlessly, walking down the streets of the city. It was too crowded here, he preferred smaller towns, or villages, but with the size of this place came the variety of resources that he needed, as well as the rumors of new dungeons to go hunt for and go down. Soon, he came to a less populated portion of the city, and stepped inside of a small alchemy shop.

[b]"Ah, Izaris! It is a wonder that you are not dead yet!"[/b] The stout dwarven shopkeeper greeted, like an old friend had just come to visit. The shopkeeper walked over to the masked Ranger and held out his hand.
[b]"Damo."[/b] Iza replied with a smile on his face, grasping the hand and holding it tightly. [b]"The fact of my living is a wonder to me as well."[/b] He said jokingly.
[b]"What is it this time, more oil for your bottle?"[/b] Damo asked, seeing the clay bottle in Iza's offhand.
[b]"Aye. On my travels to the southern islands though, I discovered something peculiar."[/b] Iza said, [b]"Do you know of yellow phosphorus?"[/b]
As Damo fetched the black oil, [b]"A very dangerous substance. I don't carry any here in my shop. It is said that its anger is calmed when placed in a pool of water."[/b]
Iza nodded thoughtfully, taking the oil and filling his clay bottle with it. [b]"Could you get me some, the next time I come back? I wish to run some experiments."[/b] He closed the clay bottle and hooked it onto his belt. While Damo was in thought, Iza placed the amount due on the counter.

They were interrupted by a loud bell, which startled Iza. He looked to Damo in confusion and saw the blood drain from the face of the dwarf. 
[b]"Izaris, head to the Church, there is an emergency and they may need someone of your skill!"[/b] The dwarf yelled over the bells. Iza never knew the dwarf to be one to ask someone of something. After a second, Iza nodded and left the shop. He headed towards the Church, finding himself following a young Paladin closely who had heard the bells as well. Several thoughts went through Iza's head, [i]was there an attack? Perhaps some great evil threatened this city.[/i] Iza hoped that his skills would be up to the test, and that the coin would be decent.