"Sounds like you have it made. Do up some alchemical ammunition, there you go. You'll go far, kid!" Tyrus said with a laugh. It was good-natured and came to him easy, especially through the growing haze of his alcohol. He fought with that very style. He looked up, tilting his head.

"Demonstration, maybe?" He was the last person to know. He would go through Upas for that -- and while he might be willing to lie to Mal, he wasn't willing to pull him unknowingly into the machinations of Bohun Upas. That would be wrong. "Just show them what you can do. Make a miniaturized model, maybe."