He had just finished pulling off a heist from one of the wealthiest, yet despised nobles in the area, known for paying off government officials, underpaying those who gave him labor, and mostly, just being a lazy asshole. I knew there was no chance they would even come into a forest like this, let alone be able to find me.” He gripped the hefty pouch of gold fixed to his waist, letting out a chuckle of pride. When this was confirmed, he stood back up straight, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and gave a sigh of relief. After a long look behind him, seeing that he was alone in the forest, aside from the wildlife, he took a long look around him to be sure. For the first time since he was spotted by guards, the rogue looked over his shoulder and stopped to breathe, placing his hands on his knees. Ven's labored breaths slowed down as his running came to a stop. Is there seriously no bravery in these parts? I don’t get it… my booth is beautiful, my potions are well brewed… What could I possibly be doing wrong? Is the sense of bravery and adventure a thing of the past?” He stopped his complaints when he finally heard the sound of boots crunching against moist grass. He may have been in the middle of nowhere, but he chose that location in the hopes that the only people that would visit would be the very same people of interest that he hoped would benefit the most from his wares adventures and heroes traveling through the mostly uncharted woodland.Ī couple of hours passed by, and as anyone would expect, not a single customer came and visited his booth. Heroes should be running from all over to get a sample of my finest potions.” Amalia made his way behind his booth, before sitting in a wood-crafted chair. All he had to do was wait for his first customer, then with how good his potion-brewing skills were, he knew for a fact that it would only be a matter of time before his concoctions would change someone’s life.īirds, crickets, and cicadas chirped overhead, frogs croaked in the distance, and the ruffling of swaying leaves and branches could be heard all around. Content with his work, he placed his hands on his hips. Having spent as much time as possible learning and perfecting his skills as an alchemist, this would be his first shot at finally selling his wares. The snake had spent all early morning constructing his very first shop. A small, but visually appealing potion-selling booth built out of wood. Dusting his hands off, Amalia let out a satisfied grunt before moving to the front of his creation. Glass bottles clacked together as the final box was planted on a shelf underneath the front display.
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