"The truth is," Farhad says, pushing his spectacles up and leaning forward on his stool, "for the first time in ages, I have more work than I can handle. Business is booming, and I need to keep up with my customers. So the tedious work will fall to you. Refining naft, like I said. But also manufacturing gunpowder for the city's reserves, brewing elixirs for ailing clients, buying ingredients from the bazaar, hauling coal for the forge, and so forth. Everything has to live up to my standards. I'll have no second-rate products leaving this shop, understand?"
Before you can even nod in response, he continues.
"Don't mistake my meaning. I do genuinely want to help you, so long as you don't slow me down. I'll teach you when I can, but mostly you'll learn by doing. Not all that theoretical drivel they shove down your throat at the University."
He pauses, expectantly.
"Drivel, yes! I hated all that studying!"
"I like the theory, but I'm also eager to try my hand at some practical astralchemy."
"I'm nervous about transitioning from the theoretical to the practical."
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Huguel
FantasyIn a Persian steampunk empire, will you use your arcane alchemy to repair a spaceship, or pilot a mech? Ignite a revolution, snuff it out, or play both sides against each other?
