The DocksThe docks are full of activity, as they usually are at all times of day. There isn't a clear distinction of night and day in Port Astral, as the sky is almost permanently occupied by Gradach, the humongous gas sphere, glowing with a pale light as it gets reflected from the two distant suns, Eroi and Iori.
It also tends to get people on edge, as they're constantly fighting the feeling that they're about to fall up.
Gethron heads towards the "armory", basically a shadier part of the docks where ship weapons and other less-than-legal goods are sold. Amongs all the merchants, he spots a newly erected alchemist shop - for some strange reason alchemist shops are replaced by new ones very often. Also there's always a lot of soot and ash lying around these parts, probably because they can't afford proper street cleaning.
As he browses the cannonball vendors, a tall, thin bearded man in a weird outfit comes out of the shop, with a glint on his eye, and approaches Gethron cautiously, smiling. "Ah, yes, you seem like a connoiseur of fine blasting powder" he says as he notices Gethron's features. "How would you like to help me with some scientific research?"
He points towards a barrel of magic powder in the closest stall. "Regular powder is bo-ring! It's for commoners and people with 9 to 5 jobs and Royal Navy bureaucrats. Yawn! I'm developing this new, fun and ten times more powerful Upgraded and Updated Cannon Blast Powder For Truly Sophisticated Gunners. I haven't tested it yet in a large enough scale, 'though. only in a controlled lab environment." He points at his shop.
"But that's where you come in! I can give you a large supply of my special alchemical blend, instead of that dull stuff that impresses nobody" he points at the barrel again. The vendor growls. "And you can test it for me! For free! You'll be the life and soul of any party, and you'll amaze your friends, plus, you'll be a part of scientific progress. How about it, friend?"
Sounds perfect for someone who loves to show off... (slides Fate token in direction of Sirus, whistling)