[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]
After the explanation Alex was visibly cringing, as his mind imagined the whole situation. After that only one question shot through his mind: why would anyone actually buy this!? “Milk to the rest.” Did he mean that the actual fluid coming out of the root was drinkable? But then the imp got an even bigger grin. His cover was blown. It was hard to pretend he didn’t know anything about roots and ingredients after just asking fairy stool. There were no other appliances. Well, there were. Throwing it in some nasty aunt’s soup would surely ruin it and leave no trace behind. That was a fun little game back when he was young.

Alex quickly looked left and right. Nobody around that looks suspicious, but he didn’t really have a trained eye for that. He opened his satchel and pulled out the orb, letting it hover in his hand in front of the imp, before he put it back. [color=a0410d]“Sorcerer, technically. Oh and alchemist. Sort of. Listen, this is little dance is going to take too long for me.”[/color] He began, as he sat down in front of the imp’s rug.[color=a0410d] “I won’t buy herbs. Not yet. I’m looking for a man’s daughter. She came over here to buy…that.”[/color] Alex pointed at the leaking grub. Clearly with a voice of disdain. [color=a0410d]“However, it’s good to have a supplier of certain herbs. Especially one I can trust. One would be more inclined to do good business with someone who helped him out int he past. So, I will ask you straight out: have you seen a beautiful, young lady buying such a root?”[/color]

Still, as he talked, he couldn’t help but wonder why the old man actually needed the root? It certainly didn’t look appetizing. Nor did Alex know any alchemical uses for it. The explanation the imp gave him certainly could be the how the old man intended to use the root…could it?