I'm still catching my breath from Feralas.
There's so much processing to do. Kae can pretend to be squeamish all he likes - but bovine lung tissue is the best thing for the job. Alchemy isn't all flower-picking and puffs of coloured smoke and turning iron into gold, after all; but at the mere expense of getting one's hands dirty alchemy can stabilise the body and mind even where the Light falls short. We can't just magick away brain rot or hallucinations or flashbacks. This week as it happens there's a lot of call for getting my hands dirty in the lab. (Should be worth a trip to Durotar for a pig, too.)
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Continued behind the fake cut! )
Kill the lights.
These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks.
It feels right.
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the white pill, you'll feel alright.