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"That's genuinely incredible." Basil glanced down at the bottle, tilting it to watch the liquid shift in its glass container. "I wonder if I could put a good word for you in..." He muttered to himself. Wait, did the boy something about side effects? Nah, maybe he misheard. It was hard to understand what he said with his mouth covered by his hand.

The boy quickly introduced himself and offered his hand. The young noble smiled and grasped his hand with his gauntleted hand. "Basil, my name is Basil. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said with sincerity because he was genuinely impressed with Earl's skill and dedication in his journey to create concoction. "I'm taking the league on too. Actually, I am one of Professor Kalmia's assistants. I've only been a trainer a bit, but I can say that it's been... interesting."

Basil had this thousand-yard stare as he thought about his entire journey. Interesting was an apt word considering how much happened.

He took a deep breath and then proceeded to unload an unholy amount of information as if he needed to get it off his chest. With each point he brought up, he lifted a finger as if he listed it off. "Nearly got jumped, solved an ancient mystery with the person who nearly jumped me, unleashed a legendary Pokemon and was given a gift by it, played a game of chicken with my life with a mother Hydreigon to convince it to get the chance to recruit one of her kids which worked, planted the gift from the legendary Pokemon in the berry garden and suddenly caused every plant to bear fruit while the gift itself turned into a wooden effigy, and it turns out I may have stumbled upon a conspiracy."

All of that was said in one breath. He was slightly out of breath as he left Early to process what he said. "Oh, and I have a gym badge already." He quickly brought up with a weary chuckle before his shoulders slouched forward and heaved a heavy sigh. "It's been a week."
@Xaltwind

Not trying to give you more work, but what kind of trees can Brom see in his immediate surroundings in the woods? Any that he can use for smoking or softwood trees only?
--- Near the northern edge of the settlement ---

@Rune_Alchemist@Dragonydas@BunniesOfDoom@LupusIntus@Zeroth


Brom looked at the foolish bard with wide eyes as he came to a horrifying realization. Oh Mother Mountain's beard, he has stupidity stuck between his ears. No matter what Brom said, no matter what he did this man was never going to listen. In fact, this was the sort of man that went by the beat of his own drum, or in this case, went by his own tune regardless of how he effected the others around him. In short, the worst kind of person to have in a kitchen let alone a little community trying to bring life back to this ill begotten town.

It took all Brom had not to push the bard's hand off his shoulder. They must live in peace; he could not contribute to any tension within this band of people. He had to be civil, polite, and courteous even if the fool in front of him kept prancing around like a peacock in heat parading his feathers for any potential, dissatisfied potential mates to appear. However, not even he could maintain his cheery smile as he listened to the peacock prattle on and on. Gods above did the man love the sound of his voice or what.

"Don't make yourself the final verse," Brom muttered to himself though lo and behold the seemingly immovable object met a greater unstoppable force. Adrilla led him away with an arm around his shoulder and honeyed words coming from her lips not before she flashed Brom a grin and wink.

The dwarf returned with a satisfied mischievous grin and a thumbs up. "Oh we know when we aren't wanted!" He said with a hardy chuckle. His attention though turned to the Myrr and for a split second he thought he heard her give him his thanks. His grin softened into a warm smile of acknowledgement and a nod before he focused onto the matters at hand. So, they had a blacksmith, a herbalist, and a farmer, and at least some of them had combat abilities. He wasn't sure on the farmer though.

"I know my way around a sword," chimed in Brom. "If possible, I would like to try and find some wood for smoking as one method to preserve food. Hard woods like alder, hickory, oak, and so on." If they were going to be okay in the future, then they needed to stockpile on resources that would help extend the shelf life of food though whether or not they could lug back both wood for firewood and for smoking awaited to be seen.

However, a new problem arose; it appeared that he had accidentally discouraged the farmer from looking at the plains completely.

With a shrug Brom said, "Come along anyway. Worst case scenario is that if we don't have time to look then we have an extra pair of hands to help bring wood and food back. Besides, you'd be safer in the forest with a bear than with him anyway." He briefly glanced over in the direction of the bard.

He made sure the straps of his backpack were tightly secured around his shoulders, pots and pans gently clanged against each other. "But we are burning daylight, I'm with Myrr and that we should leave now."
It's also the new year coming up, so I guess people are gonna be busy.
Just holding off on posting just to see what others will do.
Place your bets on who's gonna sock the local bard!
@Zeroth

Sorry my dude lol
--- Near the northern edge of the settlement ---


@Dragonydas@LupusIntus@Rune_Alchemist@BunniesOfDoom@Zeroth


A voice rung clear. Brom turned to look see it was another blonde elf though this one had green eyes and looked less like she had a string of bad luck. Well, the words certainly fell out of her mouth, but her heart was in the right place. Brom flashed her a friendly smile and said, "Oh? I would certainly be grateful if you did come along. Your help would certainly be welcomed, miss."

Brom glanced around what was becoming a small squadron for the forest adventure. It was certainly something, but his eyes fell upon the anxious looking green haired woman that was behind the red headed man. What in the world was wrong with her? She looked like a shaking leaf that could've been blown away into the horizon by a mild gust of wind. The poor thing looked completely out of her element. It was a miracle that she even made it this far, but then again, it was also a miracle that she also happened to be a farmer.

Thank the gods above. He thought himself. There was now a less likely chance that they would starve to death in the future. Still, they had to deal with more immediate issues.

"I'm not sure if we'd be able to look today, but we can look tomorrow. In the meantime, the miss and I will do our best to get some more-" Before Brom could finish his sentence, the sound of a vielle rung throughout the decrepit hamlet followed by the voice of that foppish looking young man.

Is this really the time? It was some fine playing, do not get Brom wrong, but everyone was planning and working on survival and this guy thought it was a bright idea to play a concert. Well, he just wouldn't get food tonight.

Brom simply would've just ignored him, but the bard was simply put being too much of a nuisance to be ignored. The music got closer and closer until the dwarf was watching the human bard getting too cozy with the elf he was speaking too. She looked tense, unsure of herself. In other words, she looked uncomfortable with his sudden advances.

It was a split second, but Brom actually looked annoyed at the bard's presence, his brow was furrowed, his eyes squinting, the corners of his mouth were tugged in a frown. Again, that was only for a split second before he wore his typical smile. There was no need to be confrontational. They had to live with each other, so there was no need to be make an uncomfortable atmosphere.

Brom casually slipped his way between Rinn and Myrr. While he was someone of short stature, he was still someone that took up quite a bit of space with his naturally bulky dwarven frame. He gave the bard a smile and said, "Hey, nice playing there Mr. Arniman! It's definitely something that would lift our spirits up later, but I think at the moment maybe your attention should be focused on helping us in different ways. Why not help the lovely couple out? I'm sure we'd all be thankful." How does one get a slacker to work? In this case, play him like the fiddle that he played.

There was no way he was going to even entertain the idea of suggesting that he'd go with Yingmei to check out the fertile lands. It was safer to have him be around Daryl and Sheryl. There was no way he would be dumb enough to try and hit on a married woman, one whose husband looked like he could tie him into pretzel knots with ease. Or maybe he was?
@Xaltwind

Is it cool if I throw up a post or should I wait for everyone else to post?
Bird man is gonna be stuck on dish washing duty.
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