Scheming

This young man was Nolis. He was an artificer who dabbled in magic, machines, and the mixing of both, doing usually illegal things with them. Nolis was basically the "official" artificer of the criminals here in Fontei, a mostly prosperous city with a thriving criminal underbelly. If some lowlife needed something involving alchemy, Nolis had it, for a good price. What just happened right now was merely a personal job, much easier to take than buy. The little crystal was going to pay off big! If it worked that is.

The panties he kept were practically useless, but he held on to them anyway. He is a genius, but a pervert nonetheless. "Although... they aren't completely useless." He mutters to himself.

As he made his way into the shadier part of town he eventually stopped at an old abandoned store. He goes into the old, filthy shop and lifts a metal door in the basement. There lies an entire underground living space. The only way to his room where he kept his more personal belongings was through his lab that was always locked heavily in magic traps and metal. After disabling the locks he walks into the lab, it is briming with chemicals, magical ingredients, and fancy machine parts.