Edgar has studied his mother's research meticulously. He is no scientist, but he has finally made some progress in reconstructing her technology. Enough that he's started to advertise, and contact potential investors. There are skeptics, as always, and mindless idiots frothing with shouts of 'heresy', but Edgar ignores them. Today, he is hosting an exhibition of sorts. Three of his newest models, on display for the world to see. In exchange, all the Alchemists' Guild requested was an hour of his time. He examines their latest quarry, an insipid elixir, supposedly believed to improve one's mental faculties- of course they have nothing to show him but another 'aphrodisiac'. He tests it, following his mother's guidelines exactly- for despite the airs he puts on, Edgar is not a man of science- and is still unsurprised when something goes wrong.
It is not an explosion, or a seizure, or anything so dramatic- Edgar simply blinks and finds himself somewhere else.