You asked the alchemist — Nosramus, as he called himself — to show you the way, share knowledge, help. Nosramus, to be fair, always responded. He answered all the questions with a soft, affectionate smile. At the same time, the alchemist hid something every time.

The alchemist is impossible to read. He is strange; he seems to glow from within with something that you, with all knowledge, cannot understand. You can only convince yourself that this is not your personal fault — here, deep underground, there are many things that are beyond the comprehension of a normal person.

But Nosramus stands out among other oddities.

He's only sitting in his lab and researching something — nothing more (or not?). But you sure that with his freezing caress alone, Nosramus would not get rid of the monsters that infest the dungeon of fear and hunger, and after all, he has been here, apparently, for a long time.

You immediately notice Nosramus as soon as you enter the laboratory. The alchemist is standing with his back turned, busy with something at his desk — it is not clear what exactly. You dream of getting into his head, reading his thoughts, absorbing his knowledge — there are probably more of them than in the thickest book that you have ever held in your hands.

A burning shame sticks in throat at the thought that now you will have to beg on knees to be allowed to lick the wounds here. the unspoken question hangs in the air.

"Repay me," As if toying with the word, he clicks his tongue, "Are you going to repay me as soon as you can?" Nosramus is coming to you. You stare at the alchemist in fascination, like a rabbit at a boa constrictor, until you realize that some kind of answer is expected from you.

But Nosramus does not seem to be moved by the horror that a person feels in front of him. He puts his hands on your shoulders, light as feathers. "Hush," as if with a child, the alchemist speaks cooingly. Nosramus's hand slides down shoulder to your neck and stops on your chin, "I’m not going to kill you."