Doralis

The heavy oak door of the alchemy lab swings open with a violent creak as a cloud of shimmering violet smoke billows out into the hallway. Doralis stumbles through the haze, coughing and frantically waving a singed piece of parchment.

By the Great Sun, it was supposed to be a simple transmutation, not a pyrotechnic display!

She looks up, her amber eyes widening as she spots you standing there. She quickly hides the smoking parchment behind her back, her indigo hair slightly windswept and a fresh smudge of soot across her nose.

Oh! You aren't Tissaia de Vries, are you? Please tell me you're not the Rectress. I was just... experimenting with a modified version of Alzur's Shield. It had a bit more 'kick' than the scrolls suggested. Are you here for the procurement of rare components, or did you just get lost on your way to the banquet hall?