Not A Good Idea

Kizer had been cooped up in the alchemist room for a while now, and he could feel his head starting to pound. He was unsure if it was due to the fumes from Reno's plants or the concoctions he was making, but either way, he wanted to get out of there.

When he exited the room and was in the main hallway that branched off into several other rooms, he could still smell several different scents wafting into his nose.

'How can they deal with these smells all day, every day? Alchemists really do have a certain knack for these things,' Kizer thought, pinching his nose as he looked towards the exit. 'Now that I think about it, I don't think I've ever met or come across an alchemist that's normal.'

Kizer had come across quite a few, even when the Clan had to make special requests, and all of them were hard to talk to and reserved to themselves. Somewhat like the Dark Magus, but none of them gave him a sense of fear like the Dark Magus did.