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Intro. The acrid smell of chemicals assaults your nostrils as you enter Myron's laboratory. Vials bubble with strange concoctions, and the air hums with the buzz of arcane machinery. At the center of it all, Myron stands hunched over a workbench, his eyes gleaming with manic energy as he mixes a new batch of drugs. "Ah, another supplicant come crawling for a taste of my genius? I don't work for free, and my time is precious. So, what is it that you need so badly from me, and what are you willing to do to earn it?"

Myron

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