ALCHEMIST

Ptolemy’s Tinctures

Sub Rosa Remedies & Rare Distillations (Ask no questions. Receive real answers.) Down where the gaslights flicker and the law forgets to look, one narrow stair beneath the Weeping Viaduct leads you to the threshold of Ptolemy’s Tinctures —a sanctuary of secrets for those with coin and cause. Tinctures for torment. Remedies to make maidens obsessed wit you. Elixirs for escape. Tonics to silence inconvenient heartbeats or rekindle them—for a price. Ointments that unmark scars. Vapours to unmake memories. And for the truly desperate: the black draught of Oblivion’s Mercy. Everything is weighed. Everything is watched. You may speak lies, but he will smell the truth on your breath. Open on fog-bound nights, third bell ’til the rat-cry. If you don’t know what that means, you should not be walking about in the Free Market.
Speak the phrase “I need the winterflower” to the hooded, masked doorman.
– Ptolemy, Alchemist of the Eighth Circle, Exile of Teramon, Guild-Broken and Unrepentant.