Chapter One Hundred and Three - The Lowest Low

Chapter One Hundred and Three - The Lowest Low

Chapter One Hundred and Three - The Lowest Low

I hummed to myself as I took out my kettle and set it on the table. The inn people had left a pitcher of water for us to use, so I didnt have to worry about filling it. I still used a bit of cleaning magic on the water, just in case.

So, Booksie, I asked as I fished around my backpack for some chamomile. Where are you staying?

Ah, well, thats... when Miss Albatross found me, I was looking to sell a few books. I intended to purchase an inn room for the night.

Is Rosenbell a big market for books? I asked.

No, Booksie said.

She was sitting on the bed that Amaryllis had picked for herself, hands under her thighs and focus, more often than not, on the floor.

It was rather anemic, Amaryllis said. The selection they did have was lacking, and geared more towards... whatever it is that interests the humans around here. Though I did find a few books on puppetry. Its something of a local hobby.

Neat, I said as I added leaves to the tea and started to pour mana into my kettle while gently swirling it around. The water started to warm up.

Ah, I dont want to impose on you, Booksie said. But Miss Albatross said that you needed my assistance with certain things?

Its mostly because of my ears and tail, I said. But if theyre not going to be a problem, then I guess I can live with them. What can you tell me about buns? I mean, their culture and stuff?

Booksie nodded. A fair bit, I think. Were mostly found in Pyrowalk, though there are some who take to the seas. Ive travelled far from home to build my shop and collect interesting books. We do tend to have a lot of members with wanderlust, but that might not be because were buns.

Why is it, then? I asked.

Buns dont really have a nation? Were just a people... no I cant say were even that. There are buns all across Pyrowalk, from Cinderrun to Southerfell, and at every level. We even have nobles. She shifted, hands dropping onto her lap. Some people dont like buns, but its not that common.

I would hope not, judging people just because they have more ears than you is silly, I said.

Amaryllis flipped through a few pages of one of the books shed bought, then set it aside. Im going to go get us some food. Awen, want to give me a hand?

Ah, certainly, Awen said. She bounced off my bed and soon my two friends were out of the room, their footfalls turning distant as they made their way down to the inns first floor.

So, Booksie, I said as I let go of the kettle. Would you mind telling me what happened to your bookstore?

Booksie tensed. I just... I just thought that selling it would be best.

Oh, I said. I thought that maybe the bookstore was a dream of yours or something, I said.

I saw the bun swallow, her head turning away so that one of her ears hid her eyes from me. It was, she said.

If you dont want to talk about it, its okay, I said.

She shook her head. I suspect you have your own troubles.

My troubles are never as important as my friends, I said. Weve only known each other for a bit, but Id like to think that we could become the best of friends!

Catherine Booksie Cabbage

Desired Quality: Someone who appreciates a good book and who has a romantic heart.

Dream: To run the grandest bookstore in the world. To reopen her store.

Her name was Catherine? Maybe her parents had a sense of humour. I could sympathise.

Booksie smiled, small and timid and wonderful. I think I might like that, she said. With a heavy sigh, Booksie resettled herself on the bed. If you open a business in Port Royal, there are certain taxes you need to pay. The rent is high too, but I managed to pay both. It wasn't the most successful shop, but I made due. And it was great! I had plenty of customers I got to know and enjoy, and some knew that I could get the best books from Pyrowalk and... and its all gone now.

I got up, walked over to her side, and then paused. Do buns like hugs? I asked.

We do, Booksie said.

I shook my head and bit into a bit of lettuce. At least that still tasted good. Well, we need to help you, I said to Booksie. Im sure we could get the attention of the authorities in Port Royal if we tried.

That would be nice, but I cant ask that from you, Booksie said.

I hummed as I nibbled on more lettuce. It really was good. Maybe it was fresh? I took a bit more from the plates in the middle of the table. Well figure something out, dont you worry.

As much as I admire your... you-ness, Broccoli, Booksie here is a stranger to us. We cant just go all out to help her.

Awa, Awen said. No, no we can. Um. If you find someone that needs a friend, youre supposed to help them. R-right Broccoli?

I bumped shoulders with Awen. Thats right! We can help, so we should. And besides, other than helping Rhawrexdee, we dont have any plans, right?

We dont, Amaryllis said. But Im sure we could find something more profitable to do with our time. No offence, miss Booksie.

None taken?

Bah. Maybe we could buy part of Booksies business. Then we could profit from her winnings in a few years when shes the biggest and best store in Port Royal. No... on Dirt! I said.

Amaryllis tapped her chin with a talon. Thats not the worst idea youve ever spouted. Wed need a lot of capital though. I have some gold on me, but not an infinite amount, and the cost of hiring guards and fixing Miss Booksies shop, or bribing the city guard so that they do their jobs... thats beyond what I have on me.

I hummed. We could gamble for more? I have... six gold left? I think.

Gamble, Amaryllis deadpanned.

Yup. With the tournament tomorrow!

And what if we cant pay up? Amaryllis asked.

We only gamble the gold we have. And if someone tries to, uh, extort us or something, we can ask Rhawrexdee for help?

Amaryllis blinked, then shrugged. Im in.

Awa, I, I think Im okay with that? I just want to, um, be around.

Great! I said. See Booksie, everythingll work out.

I... thank you, Broccoli. Truly.

Grinning, I picked up my tea kettle, set some mugs in a neat row, and filled them up one by one.

Ding! For repeating a Special Action a sufficient number of times you have unlocked the class skill: Tea Making!

Huh.

What now? Amaryllis asked.

I got a new skill! Tea making.

Amaryllis smacked herself with a wing. I dont think gambling is such a good idea anymore, not with that kind of luck.

Hey, it could be useful? I said before taking a sip of my tea. I might have let it steep too long.

Tea Making

F - 07%

The ability to make tea

Okay, so maybe not, I said as I took another sip. Still better than Adorable.

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