[b]Name:[/b] Alexander Salzar
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Class:[/b] Sorcerer
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Bridgewater - Market - Imp's stand
[b]Tagging:[/b] [@Holy Soldier]
[b]Mentioned:[/b] -[hr]
It seemed like the imp liked to make a little joke. Or did he insult Alexander by his case of the piles? No, a merchant would never insult his client, would he? Bad for business. A quick glance over the wares told Alex that the imp had quite a few herbs. He recognized only a few, but enough to know that the imp knew what he was selling. The motion told Alex that the root was what he asked for. It looked utterly disgusting. [color=a0410d]“Didn’t know merchants asked questions when selling their goods. Especially an imp.”[/color] He said back to the imp, keeping his tone flat. [color=a0410d]“What is it to you for whom I get it?”[/color]

The presence of the root was a certainty troubling thing, Alex now realized. The girl must have seen it too and bought it. Did he have more than one? The rug didn’t betray that he carried duplicates. Maybe it was time to prod a little more: [color=a0410d]“Actually, I might also need some fairy stool. Two or three of ‘em, maybe.”[/color] The stool was a base ingredient in Alex’s drug potion. But he had no intention to actually buy anything. If he had more than one stool, he could also have more than one root. Which means the girl bought the root and got snatched on her way back. If there’s only one root then something must have happened with the imp.