Ashan 10, Arc 720
On the 10th of Ashan, Devin Thorn, thief, conman extraordinaire and esteemed member of the Scalvoris Council (he was the new Academic!) walked into Petyr’s Potions, a huge smile on his face and a spring in his step, because he had come up with a way to increase his popularity, actually do something for the council – and possibly annoy the alchemist at the same time.
This trial, the Mortalborn was dressed in an unusually understated suit of midnight black. The hat on his had that sported a gigantic bright purple feather more than made up for his rather normal and tasteful outfit though. That was not his only accessory though.
Behind Devin walked Leonard Appleman, a young man that he had met at the Knight’s Rest a trial earlier and that he had taken a liking to because they had turned out to have a lot in common. Both of them loved to occasionally blow things up and prank people. Leonard was twenty-one, had red hair, bright green eyes and a freckled face, and he wore clothes that were at least two sizes too big and had been mended several times.
Petyr who had just been about to sort a few containers with dried herbs into shelf, turned around abruptly upon noticing that someone had opened the door and entered his shop, smiling as he did so because he was quite looking forward to making some money.
When he saw Devin, his smile disappeared again though, and he almost dropped the glass jar in his hand.
“You!” he exclaimed, recalling their past couple of meetings and shuddered.
“Yes, me”, Devin replied, beaming at him and came closer, gesturing for Leonard to follow him. The young man did so somewhat hesitantly, looking around with curiosity as he did so. “I see that you are still advertising your terrible hair growth serum!” he observed and glanced at the sign on the counter and the vials with hot pink liquid that were standing in front of it and looking oh so harmless.
“Do people know that you can get a really bad allergic reaction from it?” he asked innocently. When he had been new to Scalvoris and really needed money, he’d volunteered as a test subject every now and then. He had gotten blue hair, boils on his head, fur on his tongue, and he’d nearly choked, among other things – because of the hair growth serum alone.
He didn’t even want to think about what had happened when he had tried out the flight potion!
He had definitely not grown wings!
Before Petyr could say anything and possibly try to defend himself and justify his actions, Devin continued in an almost overly sweet tone of voice, “I’m not here to criticize you because you don’t always inform your test subjects about the possible side effects sufficiently. Everybody forgets something every once in a while. Instead, I’m offering you the chance to become known as a Good Samaritan and great benefactor throughout Scalvoris – and maybe even beyond. What do you say, Petyr? Are you interested?”
On the 10th of Ashan, Devin Thorn, thief, conman extraordinaire and esteemed member of the Scalvoris Council (he was the new Academic!) walked into Petyr’s Potions, a huge smile on his face and a spring in his step, because he had come up with a way to increase his popularity, actually do something for the council – and possibly annoy the alchemist at the same time.
This trial, the Mortalborn was dressed in an unusually understated suit of midnight black. The hat on his had that sported a gigantic bright purple feather more than made up for his rather normal and tasteful outfit though. That was not his only accessory though.
Behind Devin walked Leonard Appleman, a young man that he had met at the Knight’s Rest a trial earlier and that he had taken a liking to because they had turned out to have a lot in common. Both of them loved to occasionally blow things up and prank people. Leonard was twenty-one, had red hair, bright green eyes and a freckled face, and he wore clothes that were at least two sizes too big and had been mended several times.
Petyr who had just been about to sort a few containers with dried herbs into shelf, turned around abruptly upon noticing that someone had opened the door and entered his shop, smiling as he did so because he was quite looking forward to making some money.
When he saw Devin, his smile disappeared again though, and he almost dropped the glass jar in his hand.
“You!” he exclaimed, recalling their past couple of meetings and shuddered.
“Yes, me”, Devin replied, beaming at him and came closer, gesturing for Leonard to follow him. The young man did so somewhat hesitantly, looking around with curiosity as he did so. “I see that you are still advertising your terrible hair growth serum!” he observed and glanced at the sign on the counter and the vials with hot pink liquid that were standing in front of it and looking oh so harmless.
“Do people know that you can get a really bad allergic reaction from it?” he asked innocently. When he had been new to Scalvoris and really needed money, he’d volunteered as a test subject every now and then. He had gotten blue hair, boils on his head, fur on his tongue, and he’d nearly choked, among other things – because of the hair growth serum alone.
He didn’t even want to think about what had happened when he had tried out the flight potion!
He had definitely not grown wings!
Before Petyr could say anything and possibly try to defend himself and justify his actions, Devin continued in an almost overly sweet tone of voice, “I’m not here to criticize you because you don’t always inform your test subjects about the possible side effects sufficiently. Everybody forgets something every once in a while. Instead, I’m offering you the chance to become known as a Good Samaritan and great benefactor throughout Scalvoris – and maybe even beyond. What do you say, Petyr? Are you interested?”