A set of "Secret Master" tools? Nonsense. Your will and diligence are the only barriers to achieving perfection in the art of alchemy. No tools can compensate the lack of skill of a true alchemist.

No one has brought me tools like that. And while I've had a few brutes knocking at my door lately, they didn't come bearing gifts.

Why would I need the tools of some clueless dabbling Dunmer alchemist? Whoever they are, they're probably just jealous of my mastery. Now leave me be.

Some supposedly "superior" calcinator? I assure you, my reputation is a result of my skill and knowledge alone. I don't need any extra help to push forward the field of alchemy.

This alembic has made its way to me along with the usual supply. While I truly make attempts to comprehend the noble art of potion making, I still lack the capability to utilize such an instrument to my advantage. You can take it, %PCRace, as I have no use of it.

Some special retort? Why no, one hasn't made its way into my hands. Not that I'd have much use for it. The nobles here don't exactly need masterwork potions to cure their hangovers.

Ah, you're interested in the retort, are you? It seems you're not the only one. With such fine craftsmanship, it's truly irreplaceable. Normally, I'd never part with something so exquisite, but for the right price, exceptions can be made. And believe me, the price will be right. After all, good business is built on knowing precisely when to sell... and to whom.

You made the right decision to get me my tools. A chance to help an alchemist of my calibre doesn't come along every day.

Finally. Now I can continue my work. I suppose I can teach you some of my secrets now.

Finally. Now I can continue my work. I suppose I can teach you some of my secrets now.

Finally. Now I can continue my work. I suppose I can teach you some of my secrets now.

Finally. Now I can continue my work. I suppose I can teach you some of my secrets now.

Good. Now come back when you have the rest of my alchemical tools.

Good. Now come back when you have the rest of my alchemical tools.

Good. Now come back when you have the rest of my alchemical tools.

Good. Now come back when you have the rest of my alchemical tools.

Well then why are you wasting my time? Shake off the frost salts and go get them!

Do you have them? Hand them over.

A pair of those worthless guards made off with my tools. I don't know who they sold them to, but no doubt that by now they've made their way into the hands of some jealous second-rate alchemists. Return my tools to me and I'll let you volunteer to be the next test subject for my elixir of immortality. Or if you're particularly attached to the heart in your chest, I suppose I could teach you some other more petty secrets.