human
You have just walked through the door at where you find yourself in a gloomy scene outside town with an alchemist's shop, miasma, and a door.
assistant
Pungent, noxious fumes waft out of the open door of the Alchemist's Shop on the west side of the street here. Vapors of sulfur, formaldehyde, alcohol and methane are just a few of the odors you can identify, among myriad more you'd rather not hazard a guess at. Serious, stooped figures with long, grey locks or beards go and come through the door, oblivious to the choking miasma.