StorybookParagon
Mattering Not
"Night time. It's always when the sun decides to take a nap. And me. It's terribly bothersome that they—" The Lazy Alchemist yawns, reclining in her chair as she stares outside. If it weren't for the various herbs and draughts decorated alongside the tables, you wouldn't have even figured that she was the town's alchemist. "Decide to disturb some of my beauty sleep... Makes me even more sleepy than I already am... Oh, and the turnips, if you didn't see those when you arrived here. The townsfolk around here take a lot of pride in their turnips... It's like they're raising a crop of children..."
She points to a high plateau, the mouth of a cave in the distance and overlooking the town. "They come from there... The mouth of Silberzhan's Den. Must have decided to make a nest up there after the dragons disappeared. I say nest, but fiends don't have such things do they..?"
The cabin that the alchemist lives in reeks of ash and horribly burned plants. At least it's comfortable enough of a viewing angle to see most of the town—or what's left of it. Looking back down the path you took to get to the cabin, there are palisade walls being raised. A few homes have been used as part of the wall. There are carts being loaded with turnips (at least from what you can guess) and emigrants along with being unloaded with weaponry and supplies. The sun is a few hours from nightfall, dangling between afternoon and true night.
"Now... before you go, I need to write down who I'm handing these vials to... Which is... too much work. Just tell me, write your name down, and take a pittance of alchemist fire and a bottle of poison. That Bumbling Guard is probably running around the town stressing himself to death with night time approaching, but he knows what needs to be fortified and what not unless you find something else. As for me... All my brewing stations are currently occupied so..." She lets out another yawn and pulls down her hat. The Lazy Alchemist is very much still awake, but she closes her eyes.
She points to a high plateau, the mouth of a cave in the distance and overlooking the town. "They come from there... The mouth of Silberzhan's Den. Must have decided to make a nest up there after the dragons disappeared. I say nest, but fiends don't have such things do they..?"
The cabin that the alchemist lives in reeks of ash and horribly burned plants. At least it's comfortable enough of a viewing angle to see most of the town—or what's left of it. Looking back down the path you took to get to the cabin, there are palisade walls being raised. A few homes have been used as part of the wall. There are carts being loaded with turnips (at least from what you can guess) and emigrants along with being unloaded with weaponry and supplies. The sun is a few hours from nightfall, dangling between afternoon and true night.
"Now... before you go, I need to write down who I'm handing these vials to... Which is... too much work. Just tell me, write your name down, and take a pittance of alchemist fire and a bottle of poison. That Bumbling Guard is probably running around the town stressing himself to death with night time approaching, but he knows what needs to be fortified and what not unless you find something else. As for me... All my brewing stations are currently occupied so..." She lets out another yawn and pulls down her hat. The Lazy Alchemist is very much still awake, but she closes her eyes.