Book One, Chapter Three, Post Eight

Rallaak takes out his bag and grabs a wooden box that seems to be just a little bigger than a music box. Heading to the dining table, he sets the box down and opens it up. Inside are a variety of different small mechanisms with vials and bottles. There a couple empty syringes and  cogs that seem to shake the vials in place. He starts to extract some of the poison he was handed and injects it into one of his control vials. "Help would be appreciated. Keep an eye on reactions if you don't mind," he says.

Quiberron watches the reactions with interest. “Rallaak, I never saw this equipment on our trip here. How did you come by your knowledge of alchemy?” Quiberron inquiries in a friendly way as the vials bubble away.

Rallaak turns back, talking to Quiberron more quietly. "Not really alchemy. Just knowledge around, well... poisons and such. It just runs in the family, so sometimes you need to spend time to study it." He speaks up, but doesn’t go into too much detail about his previous work.

“Sounds like an interesting story I hope you’ll tell me sometime. Knowledge, even about poisons, is something to be treasured and preserved; you should not feel embarrassed about having studied it.” As he moves away from the table where the kit is set up, Quiberron adds, “If you need my help analyzing, let me know.”

"If you could find someone else with knowledge of poisons, that would be helpful," Rallaak says.

Quiberron nods and excuses himself.