The young man would find himself quite transported to a whole new world when he entered the Alchemist's Fire. Magical items festooned the shops many display cases and book shelves. The heady and teasing scents of reagents for alchemy enticed shoppers to come and examine their quality. A few customers may be seen in the corner library nook reading or chatting while sipping hot or iced tea. The smell of fresh cookies added a home touch to the scent heavy land scape as well as advertisement for hard liquors and mundane refreshments.

Ammy was not out in the commons with the customers, but instead behind a solid wall of smokey gray glass with no apparent entry. She was working away on several orders at once it would seem. A sleeping phoenix roosting on the cash register would wake and fix the young man with keen intelligent eyes.

"Welcome the Alchemist's Fire where dreams and nightmares come true. How may my mistress serve you today, young man?" the phoenix spoke.

"Ah. Have I ruffled your feathers young man? Not used to speaking with phoenixes? Nay fear, I don't bite much." The phoenix spoke with a bored, dry tone.

Noting the young man looking about as if expecting this hallucination to be explained, the phoenix simply flexed his wings and preened a few feathers.

"So you are interested in one of my mistress' many alchemical work shops. Openings are available for any day at any time."

A clip board floated to the young man. "Fill out your interests in alchemy, why you want to take the workshop and what you hope to gain or learn. Do be sure to read the disclaimer and waiver that excludes my mistress from being responsible for the loss of your life should alchemical disaster happen." The phoenix then leaned it's head in close to the young man. "I can smell another desire in you." The phoenix clucked and watched him.

The phoenix just chuckled dryly. "Everyone one has hidden desire when they come to this shop. It is one of the chief reasons they come to my mistress. Some truly want wealth. Others want fame or the unnatural luck to take the world by storm. Some simply want extended life or a shortened life. In the end, they all want something more than just the items purchased. I am well familiar with your kind, young man; a peculiar thirst you must have."

By this time Ammy had left the alchemy laboratory, simply walking through solid glass wall. A tray of potions and elixirs in her hands. She wont over to the customers reading and looking through her books.

"Okay, we have one Mountain Panacea for Mr. Termer. Ox Strength for Mr. Mordone. Essence of Charm for Ms. Weelim and the Bountiful Bundle of Joy for Mrs. Sernay. Have I missed anyone?" Ammy would ask.

The customers all seemed happy and satisfied. She lead them to the counter and after few minutes they had all paid and left her shop. She rubbed her neck and gave a smile knowing she had more happy customers. Her mind upon the transactions now free she noticed Infinus was entertaining a young man signing paperwork.

"What is going on, Infinus?"

The phoenix looked to Ammy ruffled some feathers. "You finally have a new student for your workshops."

"Ah. Well then, welcome to the Alchemist's Fire. I do hope my familiar hasn't been too dry or nosy. He often forgets social manners with the living." Ammy would say to the young man.

Before him was indeed a woman, but she was covered in light charcoal gray fur, wore a blue blouse and black leather apron. Her head was that of a large canine though softened in the muzzle area allowing good speech. Her ears were tri-tipped and caught all sounds around her. Her eyes were golden and shined a bit. Crimson hair with a slight glow was tightly braided and coiled at the back of her head. A tail wagged slowly behind her.

"Hmmm. You look like you are not feeling so well. A head ache perhaps? I have aspirin and many other things you can take for it. Let's get you a drink." Ammy said.

She'd wave him to follow her to the counter where she got him a glass of iced tea. "So, what has drawn you the art of alchemy?"

"Personal reasons are as good as any for studying Alchemy. Pain is often a cruel but efficient teacher in studying the arts." Ammy said.

She set the iced tea down and walked over the library section of her shop. Her fingers danced over various Alchemy tomes.

"How is your knowledge on the arcane, chemistry or the movement and energy of the planets around Rhy'Din? Also, I will have to ask if you possibly have any clues to what is causing the Migraines. Many triggers exist. Knowing them is the first step in the battle. Anything after that will be much easier to employ."

Ammy listened to what Tyler said and withdrew three books. She moved to counter and waved him over. Crouching down she opened the glass doors behind the counter and soon placed a pair of glasses on top of the books. She pushed them to him.

"The glasses will darken with light helping to give you relief. The books are for you to read and use as we work together in Alchemy. I suggest reading them when you feel better." She turned and opened a few drawers on an old medicine chest and added two dark vials to the stack.

"Two drops under your tongue as needed for the pain. Non-addicting and works for most people and races. I look forward to working with you Tyler on giving you understanding of alchemy. If there isn't any further questions, the work shop will start tomorrow. Anything else I can help you with?"