by Oxander Wed Aug 14, 2019 3:55 pm
Brun's bushy eyebrows peak over your shoulder towards the door where Braxton stands impromptu sentinel, then waves you to the back room. The walls are lined with tables, drying racks, and various vials and bottles of this or that. In the corner, two blonde boys were busily racing one another to prepare the most of... whatever that was. Possibly some sort of nightshade by the pile of shriveling purple flowers on the ground at their feet. Brun opens a floor to ceiling cabinet, and reaches into the darkest corner out of sight. The false back gives way with an audible click, and down a few steep steps there is another room.
The smell here is different. Behind the scents of the natural world were dominant, but here they dwindle and give way to the sharp, almost caustic 'scent' of the arcane. The room was not large, perhaps fifteen feet square, but it was fully-laden with copious amounts of scrolls, tomes, formulaic rantings on the rough stone wall, and in the center a table that was the only place in the entire facility, above or below, that might be called "clean."
Four bowls, several tools, a heavy leather bag, and a bright red book with an exquisitely detailed script lay on the table. Brun scooped up the book and flipped a few pages, consulted the pages, and then selected a handful of components and found a weathered belt pouch to stash them in. Scribbling in his neat scrawl, he folds a piece of parchment and sticks it in the pouch as well. All the while he is mumbling to himself - the sure sign of madness or genius.
Finally, he settles himself and presents you this pouch. "Now, I know you all the appropriate tools, ah, except maybe a proper calcination furnace, but any flame will do if you know what you're doing - and I know you do! But here's a few things, and a couple of recipes. Now that sweetpulp is a bit hard to come by in these parts, but the lichen and the spore pods are prodigious if you fancy a proper hike for it. Oh... and here," he fetches another slender book. Inside are hundreds of sketches of various plant and animal parts that can be utilized for alchemical use. "So you don't get the wrong one. Some of those are tricksy and can kill you if you get the wrong one."
Dusting his hands, he bobs awaiting your approval.