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Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

Dren Rache

Now this was a new one... he'd had offers of being paid further instalments for a constant supply of his tonics... but to actually go on this adventure's little quest. To the east, to boot. Dren had been thinking about it since he first overheard their conversation, even he knew it was a suicide mission that they were asking him to go on. They really must have been desperate for extra hands if they were asking him, the man they were calling a charlatan moments ago.

"My friend, your mission, to be frank, sounds like a suicide mission. I am fully capable of defending myself in harsh situations, but no potion I have can put a stopper in death." he spoke to the Orc with a slight frown upon his face. "As tempting as the offer of constant money is, it means nothing if I should perish. Unless you can give me a good reason to attend this trip with you, the answer is no."

@Ashevelendar

Schism: Blood of Heroes

@Polyphemus wrap up and contine

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

Dren Rache

Dren offered a slight chuckle in return to the Orc's laughter. A simple test, it seemed. Perhaps he was simply trying to figure Dren out... lower class did so like to study their betters.

"A show of intimidation would indeed spook a charlatan. Luckily, I am no such thing." He assured him, tipping the brim of his hat slightly. "Yes, coating it on that hunk of metal you wield would indeed deliver the desired effect. It would be less potent than if it were ingested, but if that's a method you seek, Sleeping death can abide perfectly." he pontificated, swirling the pink liquid in the bottle.

"400 will do as a price. I can give you a second draught too for an extra 200. Call it a buyer's special." he tried to entice him to part with more money. Offering a second load for cheaper was a good tactic to reel in fickle customers, sometimes even create some loyalty in them when needed. This orc was playing right into Dren's gloved palms.

@Ashevelendar

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

Dren Rache

"Merchant. Wait. I'll buy from you now." THERE was Dren's cue, a sly smile spreading upon his face as he curtly turned on his heels to face the speaker... though, his cool facade faltered a moment as he looked upon the person speaking to him. A large orc, an ice variety he'd have to guess by that unique skin pigmentation, towering size and clear strength, not someone Dren wanted to have to deal with in close proximity. He'd prefer to deal with this man from at least three towns away. Not to mention a questing hand was making its way toward that ugly length of metal at his side. No grace at all. But, if he insisted upon making a move, Dren could at least coax him out of it.

"Sleeping Death? Childs play." he boasted, slipping a hand into the folds of his coat and removing another tiny pyramid bottle, this one containing a bright pink liquid. "My friend, I carry a potion for almost every occasion, and if I do not know that occasion, I can prepare something for it when asked. As to disprove the charlatan accusation, I have offered your ally there a sample of my work. If you truly do not believe in my skills, simply try it out. If I am the charlatan you accuse me of being, the draught will be faulty. And then you can swing at me with that heap you're grasping for. I won't even dodge." Dren was sure this orc wouldn't back down from an offer like that. A display like this often verified to a buyer that Dren was more than willing to stake his life upon his work. Of course it could go the other way and this musclehead could just lunge at him. His free hand gripped the head of his cane tightly, just in case he would soon find need of it.

@Ashevelendar

Schism: Blood of Heroes

@MrDidact
I think that's needed at this point.

RWBY: Chronicle of Vault.

@Sho Minazuki
Alright, fair enough point. I thought I had set it up well enough but, alas, I was wrong on this one.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

The three imps fired off a second round of fireballs as Bronwick continued to stand firm against their assault, though he was starting to show signs of weakening, as any would from repeated magical attacks. The imps flickered around them and now seemed to make an intelligent move, surrounding them, two off to their left and one to their right, intent to try to break Bronwick's defences as they rounded up another burst of fireballs.

RWBY: Chronicle of Vault.

@Sho Minazuki
Somewhat, I mean I did mention the depths of the rivers, pretty much any of them can be a trap for fish, you even mentioned it in your post :3

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

Oh ya know, so so.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

Bronwick stepped up to the crack in the ground, casting his gaze up. "Look sharp, we have company." and they did indeed. Three chattering imps hung above them, perching on the shields and wielding their catalysts once again. The three quickly prepared an assault, flinging fireballs at the pale blue knight, which he easily defended against by raising his shield.
"I will draw their fire. You use that bow of yours to take them down." Bronwick advised him as the imps shifted position and prepared another volley.