Consult Dixby.

You stand before those who you requested.

Dixby is there--a mischievous yet talented gnome girl with black hair tied back into a short ponytail. She stands with excitement at the prospect you presented. Her hands are around the straps of her deep grey overalls, which she wears over a white t-shirt. Her eyes are barely visible through thick goggles she wears over her eyes. Next to her is Laira, who may not be an alchemist, but she's the most talented smithy you've ever met. As always, she's wearing blue overalls with nothing beneath. It seems she was just working on something, as when she stands there idle, she wipes sweat from her brow. Her skin shines under the early afternoon sun.

Luna just arrived, and she's wearing a beautiful, form-fitting crimson gown with a cut up the side, and far more cleavage than she normally sports. The cut down the collar is deep, though a dark transparent mesh covers over the skin of her bosom. Entering with her is Fava, though just as she is naturally--no Alice-like puppet to pilot around from the inside like a mech. She flutters over the others with golden wings, and today she wears only a green dress cut rather short, like a trouble-making, blue-haired Tinkerbell.

"Dix. I need something from you, but I don't want to ask for too much. In this box is both the ingredients and recipe for a powerful potion I need brewed. And I brought the others not because I don't think you can do it, but because I want you to have all the assistance you require. Laira, Luna, and Fava here are now under your employ. Use them however you wish, and do your best. All right?" You kneel down before the gnome and present to her the wooden box.

She accepts it into her hands. The box looks quite a bit larger in comparison to her gnomish body, but she turns it open with both hands and peers inside. She lifts the parchment out and begins scanning it over, stopping momentarily to readjust her goggles.

"I don't know too much about potions, but if Kyle needs something crafted, I'll help in any way I can," says Laira.

Luna smiles. "I do believe I owe him after all."

"Why? What did he do for you~?" Fava teases.

The moth chuckles. "Oh nothing that concerns you."

Dixby tucks the paper away into her overall's chest pocket and gently shuts the box. "I'll do it," she says, and with more conviction than you're used to seeing. Normally, she's a recluse that only desires social connections when she feels like messing with people. To be given such a project, however, seems to have sparked her creative mind. As strange as she can be, Dix is a craftswoman. She's an alchemist. There is nothing she's more passionate about then something like this. It reminds you of when Laira was tasked to create the PEG.

"I have full faith in you, Dix," you say.

The gnome snaps her fingers overhead. "Laira. Carry the box."

"Ah. All right. That I can do," says the smithy. She bends down, giving the gnome quite the eyeful. She then squeezes the wood tight beneath her bosom and begins carrying to towards Dixby's nearby shop and home.

Dix gestures a hand to everyone as she follows behind.

"I'm all for ancient, mysterious blueprints for stuff, even if it's a potion," Fava says, fluttering after them. "Maybe I'll learn something I can use."

"I'll keep my distance, lest my dust contaminates the potion," says Luna. As she passes by you, she brushes the soft fluff of her wrist over your cheek. "But I'll do my best to help."

"Is there even any dust left after last night?" you ask.

She runs her hand through her hair as a hint of blush extends across her face, though it's seen only briefly before she turns to follow the others. "I should give you a smack for that remark," she whispers playfully.