Felipe says to the Alchemist "Well Hello Bruconero, my broom is fine, thank you. I came here to see how are you going, now I see the answer, you should take a lot of rest so your right foot can feel better, sorry to interrupt you".
While taking a break Klar heads over to see how the alchemist is doing. Wondering if he has ever found a maid to assist him in keeping his place clean?
"Oh, Master Blacksmith! Long time we didn't meet even if we live so close to each other!", greets Bruconero inviting his visitor to enter his small hut. "I was planning to visit you a few days ago but then I had this problem with my foot and now not always I have the freedom to go where I want to". Showing his guest to a sit, Bruconero continues: "I was wondering if there's something I could do to help you in your craft. Maybe some special liquid to clean away the rust and help smoldering the hardest metal?".
If you have a liquid that can help me remove rust easier that would be a big help.
Yeah I understand that I need to get back to the smithy. Have a good day my friend.
Slowly, limping to one side and the other of his small hut, Bruconero starts to fumble with his still and vials. "A little bit of this", he mumbles while mixing smelly liquids, "A little bit of that. A little bit more of this. Hmmmmm. What is that purple liquid for? I forgot. Doesn't matter: I will add some of it to the pool, the color is fascinating".
Bruconero keeps mixing powders and liquids, boiling mixtures and experimenting with unknown substances (Not because they are really unknown or mysterious but because he forgot what they are).
Slowly, a green smoke invades his hut making it difficult to see or breath. "A window, a window", thinks Bruconero feeling like he is about to choke. "I have no windows", he suddenly remembers while groping around the hut. "The door". With his last drops of energy, the alchemist manages to open the door and falls to the floor unconscious. The blacksmith will have to wait a little bit more for his acid.
"Ok, let's try again! What was that last ingredient that made my experiment go badly last time?". Bruconero tries to remember but, once again, his memory fails him. "Doesn't matter", he finally decides, unable to identify the guilty element, "If I use logic the success is granted". The Artificer starts mixing his compounds. A thin column of smoke rises from his still. An external observer would think it resembles the shape of a skull but the Alchemist is too focused on the task to be able to notice such a petty detail. After mixing the result once again, he leans back and looks at the result with satisfaction.
"Now I only have to heat it for few minutes and...wait! How can I heat it? I can't start a fire like this, in my hut. I need more tools".
Slowly shaking his head, Bruconero prepares himself to walk outside. The Blacksmith will have to wait once more.