17. Day Off, Off Day

17. Day Off, Off Day

When he awoke in the morning, Adam leapt right out of bed. He smiled wide, dropping down into a squat before lightly working out in his room, bathing, and heading down to the common room of the Adventurer’s Guild. He wore his full armour, keeping his ears hidden from prying eyes, though many already knew about his skin condition.

“Morning, Jurot,” Adam said, sitting opposite him once he had grabbed some leftover stew from the night before.

“Good morning,” Jurot replied, finishing some of his meat. “Are you going to train today?”Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com

“I don’t think I will,” Adam said, looking at his chain mail. “I did a little in my room, though I might train in the evening. Eating all this boar isn’t going to do well for me if I don’t burn it off.”

“Burn it off?”

“Nothing,” Adam said, chuckling. He dipped his bread into the soup of the stew, which was approaching staleness, but with the salty soup of the stew it was bearable. “What kind of battleaxe are you going to buy?”

“One which can kill,” Jurot replied.

“I hope so.” Adam chuckled some more as he continued to eat.

“I will go buy some bread,” Jurot said. “Would you like to come along?”

Adam stared up at the Iyrman, who was staring deep into his eyes. “No, no. I think I won’t today, but then you can eat some on my behalf. I hear Iyrmen have two stomachs.”

“We don’t,” Jurot said.

“It’s a figure of speech.”

Jurot grunted in response before leaving.

Adam finished up with his meal quickly before heading out. He didn’t want any of the adventurers to mess with him, especially since there was that guy before giving him a nasty stinky eye.

‘That guy really doesn’t like me, huh? I need to be careful without Jurot.’

Adam walked through the main road, glancing around to find a specific shop.

Spell

Guidance

1D3 = 2 (2)

Persuasion Check

D20 + 2 + 2 = 7 (3)

As he glanced around for the shop he needed, he noticed that he couldn’t find it amidst all the bustling people, shouting buyers, and the busy labourers.

“Excuse me,” Adam said, holding out a coin for an urchin. “I’m looking for a clothes shop.”

The urchin grabbed the coin, which was still within Adam’s grip.

Strength Check

D20 + 4 = 15 (11)

The urchin tried to pull it out of Adam’s fingers, but they were gripped tight. “Down the road, within twenty buildings,” the little urchin said, motioning her head.

“Thank you.” Adam let go of the coin, which caused the urchin to almost tumble back, but they were well balanced and quickly scampered off.

He approached the clothing shop, which was quite small, and was tended to by an older man. “Morning,” Adam said as he stepped inside.

“Morning,” the old man said, sitting beside piles of cloth.

“I’m here to buy a few clothes.”

“Here I thought you were going to buy another sword.”

‘What a charming guy.’ Adam nodded his head slowly. “I’m looking for a few set of basic clothing, and another set of thick traveller’s clothes.”

“Let’s get you measured up then shall we? Can’t do that with your amour on.”

‘Well, you’re not wrong.’ Adam took off his helmet right away, not thinking about his ears.

The old tailor glanced his way, eyes quickly scanning the young, handsome, half elf face. ‘A leaf ear?’ His mind stopped working for a moment, causing him to stare at Adam.

Adam noted the gaze, having become familiar with them. He turned his head to look at the older man. “Is there a problem?”

The half elf could still feel her gaze from behind, though hurried to the Adventurer’s Guild. He wrapped his cloak around the tools, not wanting to reveal the supplies to anyone.

Once he was safely within the Adventurer’s Guild, he dropped his supplies off in his room, and approached Tom at the counter. “Morning,” Adam said.

“Morning.” Tom’s reply was as neutral as it could be.

“Hey, uh...” Adam leaned over the counter slightly. “Do you guys buy things on behalf of adventurers for them?” Adam’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Yes,” Tom replied back with a nod. “What is it that you need?”

“Clothes,” Adam replied back.

“Clothes?”

“Yes. I need a few set of clothes. I currently only have a single pair, and it’s annoying to constantly wash them and dry them before I wear them everyday, and it’s a little awkward to only own one pair of clothing.”

Tom blinked at him. First, Adam worked nearly daily. Second, he wanted more clothing? “We can do that...”

“I tried to buy some, but the people didn’t really like me.” Adam tapped the side of his helmet where his ears would be.

“Right. We are willing to do that for you. How much do you have to spend?”

“How much is it for the various clothing?”

“A common set of clothes runs ten silver coins, a set of traveller’s clothing is fifty.”

“Two sets of common clothing then.” He placed down two gold coins on the counter.

Currency

47GP -> 45GP

“We will take your measurements.” Tom led him around back, letting him strip down before he measured Adam’s body. ‘It’s always a surprise to see his build.’ Tom shook his head, going back to measuring the half elf. “We will have your clothing in the next three days.”

“Thanks.” Adam nodded. “I knew I could trust the guild.”

Adam returned back to his room, checking on his supplies. “I should get to brewing then,” he said, stretching out his neck. He checked the herbs he had brought too, trying to figure out how he was meant to use them together.

Mana

2 -> 1

Alchemy Check

D20 + 2 = 7 (5)

Since he couldn’t use Guidance to help him, he had to focus. He pinched a few herbs and sprinkled them into the bottle. He boiled some water, pouring it over the herbs, watching as the liquid started to turn green. He seeped the herbs for a short while before they became a light green.

He inhaled deeply, feeling his mana begin to flow through his veins before it flowed towards the bottom of the bottle. His brow began to sweat, his forehead pounding as he concentrated on slipping in as much mana as he could.

“Come on...” he whispered, still pouring in only the tiniest amount of mana into the potion. Finally, the water swirled in on itself, mixing itself together, before it fell still. He panted, placing down the potion as he wiped his brow. It had taken him a few hours, but he had finally made a potions.

Congratulations!

Minor Potion Created.

Heals for 1D3+1 HP.

XP Gained

600 -> 610

“...”

He stared at the potion he had created for a long moment, before he finally sighed. “Really? My first potion is this bad?” He rubbed his sweaty forehead. “I guess it is my first time...”

He shambled his way down to the common room when it was dinner time, seeing the various adventurers all around. There were far more than he expected, but he found Jurot in the corner and approached him.

“Nice battleaxe,” Adam said, staring down at Jurot’s side, where a brand new battleaxe lay. It was well made, though quite simple in design. Built for function, not form. His previous trusty handaxe had been strapped on the other side of his waist.

“It is good,” Jurot said, nodding his head. He was eating a fresh piece of bread with his soup. “I have healed well today.”

“Up to hunt something tomorrow?” Adam asked.

“Yes. We may come across undead soon during our hunt.”

“Understood.” Adam sent a message to the porters through the guild, before finishing his meal and heading to bed. He hadn’t been able to do much today, and the potion hadn’t been to his liking. However, he was growing closer to Level 2 by the day.