Are they obsessed with gold and immortality? That's all the 'true' alchemists on my world cared about.

[Hector's opinions are strongly colored by his father's view on the subject, may he burn in Hell. Anyways.]

I suppose so. That's part of what I can do, make creatures that can fight for me. The other side of it is giving new life to dead creatures, like our friend here.

[He gives a little whistle that draws the fox out of hiding from under the table. It circles again around Hector's feet, sniffing the air in Rinwell's direction but not yet approaching.]