"We have a potion station going on in the bathroom. The extra-strong kind if you get what I mean."

Illegal potion making was a problem in any country. Making illegal potions using extra-strong ingredients had some adverse effects. While powerful and effective they would also be unregulated and - possibly- too strong, making them harmful for the body. Nonetheless, these potions were sought after by many mercenaries, as well as junkies due to some even having adverse affects that would make one high.

"Our latest batch fucked up and Helgi here freaked out because he's somewhat of a user himself."

Aiolos was indeed no alchemist. But he was a smart man. Seeing the station, he could immediately see that though it was obviously not state of the art, these guys did know what they were doing. The bathtub was being used as a basin, making sure that any leakage would go down the drain. There was a collection of crystals in a pouch on the sink, and some chemicals on the ground beside it. The station itself was a three-stage set up. First a boiler, then a filter system, and finally another filtration system that ran on a bunsen burner. This kind of multi-stage set up was very refined, and would make for some very powerful potions.

The Erlenmeyer flask used to hold the current batch, however, would seem to have exploded over the Bunsen burner. One could assume the material of the flask had been faulty and did not resist the heat well enough.

"Erlenmeyer gave in. That idiot must have gotten the stuff from the wrong place." Julius rubbed his face, or what existed of his face, before continuing. "Look, I really don't feel like explaining the whole fucking thing. You know someone to clean this up or not?"

There were two contacts.

"Recent unknown contact" referring back to the message he'd received.

"Shade" was another one. The picture attached to the contact was an unusual symbol. A rune in fact, often affiliated with the darkness element. It was in plain black and white.

Almost instantly, a reply came out.

"Cleaning costs are 200 dollars per accident. Especially messy cases cost more. Reply with location to schedule cleaning services." It looked like it worked.

"Is that a yes or a no?" Julius pressed once more.

"Finally.." Julius sighed, putting his hands against his face. "I'll just leave the cash be off. Hope I never see you again." The man got up, took out his wallet and dropped two hundred euros on the bed he'd been sitting on. Without further ado, the man left the room, not bothering with any goodbye's or thank-you's. Leaving Aiolos, once more, alone. This time, alone in a room with a dead body and a ruined chemical station.