Chapter 7: The Newt and Demon

Chapter 7: The Newt and Demon

Theo woke the next day feeling refreshed. He was up well before dawn, and his stamina bar was full once again. It was impossible to tell how many hours it would be before dawn, and he didnt even know if his new world worked on a 24-hour day. He considered the differences in the world hed already discovered. It was impossible to shake the feeling that things were so similar. Whatever system deposited him in this spot knew exactly what he needed to be happy, and he was grateful.

As he blinked the sleep away, he heard something out in the lab, his heart immediately hammering hard in his chest. Theo padded across the room, pressing himself against the wall and peeking around the corner. He didnt want to take any chances. A small pink form came into view, clad in the same black cloak he remembered from yesterday. Tresk sniffed the air, turning to meet his gaze. She toddled across the lab, coming to peek around the corner as the alchemist stood, trying not to laugh.

Hire me, alchemist, Tresk said, a burning intensity behind her eyes.

I dont need an adventurer, Theo said, smiling.

The pair were nose-to-nose at the threshold. Tresk smelled like flowers, similar to the reaction of a [Lesser Healing Potion]. Theo simply drank the situation in.

I can help, Tresk insisted.

Theo considered his options before responding. Broken Tusks fear that he would take an outsider under his wing came to mind, and he didnt want to offend the people of his new home. There was the problem that Throk, Tresks father, would get involved in the situation. But he didnt need to hire her as an adventurerhe didnt even need the services of an adventurer, yet. What he needed was someone who could climb trees and collect reagents.

He had to consider actually paying her, as well. He couldnt offer her any kind of salary yet. The 50 copper that he got from the adventurers would dwindle quickly if he didnt make inroads to selling more potions. But there was the problem. He needed materials to make potions. Every moment he spent out in the field was a moment he wasnt crafting potions. It came down to this need that he decided to hire the cute Marshling. How long Luras would continue to work alongside him was unknown, and he didnt want to force the Half-Ogre to work for him forever. People often had their own aspirations.

You can collect reagents? Theo asked. I expect hard work from my employees.

You dont have any employees, Tresk said, grinning.

Not yet, but when I have them, I want them to work as hard as I do, Theo said.

Tresk giggled at that. She shook her head, the feathery pink things on the side of her head flopping with the motion. I dont want any pay, but Ill work hard.

I have to pay you, Theo said, frowning. Luras has a stake in our current contract, but I can pay for the materials you gather. I can give you a copper coin for every 10 potions for this contract, then we can renegotiate.

I dont care, Tresk said, finally leaving the doorway and entering the bedroom. Theo watched as she eyed up the room, nodding to the corner opposite his bed. I need a place to stay.

You want to live in an alchemy lab? Theo asked.

Yeah. Father is going to kick me out when he hears you hired me, Tresk said with a shrug.

I dont want to strain my relationship with anyone, Theo said.

Hell be mad at me, not you. And hell get over it. Im 20 years oldold enough to leave the nest by Marshling standards, Tresk said. Now, hire me, alchemist.

Done. Luras will be here soon, and we can discuss our plans, Theo said. Well get you a more agreeable sleeping arrangement when we can.

The floor is fine, Tresk said.

Theo sighed and shrugged, leaving the bedroom with the Marshling close on his heels. The alchemist went around the room, lighting the candles until the sun rose. He realized that he didnt know what they ate, and if she would find Zee offensive, but he started preparation anyway. Piles of useful stuff littered the edges of the lab, still without a permanent location. There was a tea set among the junk. He set about making a small fire and tossing the cast-iron kettle on filled with [Purified Water], waiting for it to come to a boil. With his knife, he cut small pieces of the [Zee Kernel] and set it on the flames just like Luras did.

Tresk watched intently the entire time, hovering behind him and making surprised sounds with every motion. Theo laughed it off, cutting a small portion of the [Moss Nettle] to steep in the boiling pot. The pair sat down next to the fire, digging the sliced kernels out of the coals and eating in silence. After a while, the tea was ready, filling the room with the scent of citrus. Theo poured two cups and tested his own, noting the subtle orange flavors and sudden rush of energy. It wasnt coffee, but it would do for now.

What is your world like? Tresk asked, sipping her tea.

It was dying before it was destroyed, Theo said. To his surprise, he finished his entire slice of [Zee Kernel]. It was incredibly filling, but the busy day yesterday left him feeling drained.

Bummer, Tresk said. Do you have Marshlings there?

Nope, just Humans, Theo said.

Thats boring, Tresk snorted.

It had its moments, Theo said.

What did you do?

Theo kept those thoughts internalized as much as he could. If he had to define himself in the other world, the word assassin came to mind. Death squad and murderer also came to the fore, a fact that sent a shiver up his spine. He watched the fire that burned behind the Marshlings ruby-colored eyes. Her question came honestly, not a prodding thing meant to make him relive those times. He could tell she didnt mean to crack him open, revealing those dark things. He also couldnt bring himself to lie to someone like her, innocent as she was.

I was an assassin, he said, favoring the most glamorous definition of his profession.

Tresk tilted her head, looking him up and down. She grabbed at his arms, almost able to wrap her tiny hands around his stick-thin biceps. You? Assassin? You look like a [Clerk] more than anything.

Theo burst out laughing, clutching at his sides as Tresk nervously joined with a chuckle. That wasnt the reaction I was expecting. Assassins arent seen favorably in my old world.

Tresk shrugged. Not so much here. You could call me an assassinwell, maybe one day. I have [Rogue] cores now, but I could be an assassin one day.

Then were going to get along well, Theo said, grinning.

Tresk grinned, suddenly busying herself with the tea. Theo watched her reactions and wondered if she had any romantic intent. He only just met her, but had absolutely no interest in dating anyone in this new world. His life on Earth was a series of disastrous relationships that he sabotaged repeatedly. The door swung open, Luras leading with a lantern and sighing.

I knew youd be here, he said.

I need work, Tresk said, hissing.

I know. This was bound to happen, but your father wont be happy, Luras said.

Hell get over it, Tresk said.

Luras crossed the room, setting down his lantern and sitting near the pair. He cut himself a piece of the Zee and started roasting it. You made some tea?

Help yourself, Theo said, gesturing to the pot.

Luras busied himself with the tea, removing something from his satchel and adding it to the liquid. He sipped it and let out a heavy sigh, casting his gaze to the ceiling. Of course, your tea would be the best Ive ever had. Youre an alchemist.

Theo hadnt thought about it before, but his alchemy core might influence the brewing of teas. It wasnt exactly alchemy, but perhaps it was close enough. The trio sat for some time, mostly in silence, only exchanging the occasional word. When pale orange light flooded through the windows, the silence was broken entirely. The day started.

As your minder, I need to ask your new hireling a question, Luras said, staring Tresk down.

Mind your own business, Ogre, Tresk growled. Im trying to get to know him before I decide.

Its considered rude to inspect people without their permission, Luras said, turning to meet Theos gaze. The alchemists face went pale. I dont mind. Just a word of advice.

Sorry. I realized I didnt even know what level you were, Theo said with a sheepish smile. I should have realized you were far more powerful than me.

Luras grunted a response, pushing further into the cave. With the next mushroom harvested, Theo saw his first character level up. A screen similar to the one that appeared when he leveled his core popped up.

[Drogramath Herbalist Core] receivedexperience (2%).

[Theo Spencer] receivedexperience (2%).

[Theo Spencer] leveled up! Level 2.

[Theo Spencer] received one free point.

I got a free point! Whats that? Theo asked.

You can put a point in any stat you want. I think your primary stat is [Wisdom], Luras said.

Theo didnt hesitate, mentally commanding his character sheet to appear and dumping the point into [Wisdom]. He looked over his sheet, noting that his [Wisdom] was extremely high compared to his other stats.

Belgar (Theo Spencer)

Drogramath Dronon

Level 2

Alchemist

Core Slots: 2

Stats:

Health: 40

Mana: 12

Stamina: 50

Strength: 5

Dexterity: 5

Vigor: 9 (+2)

Intelligence: 10 (+2)

Wisdom: 18 (+4)

Points: 0

Theo waved his noodle arms around for a moment, knitting his brow. Should I put any points into [Strength]?

Not likely, Luras said. I dont know many people around here who have their points into anything but [Strength] or [Dexterity]. Going outside of your focus isnt a good idea.

I guess I need all this [Wisdom] to know what the hell to do with these ingredients, Theo said.

Luras chuckled, fording deeper into the cavern. The journey into the cavern wasnt as exhausting as climbing the trees. Theo just had to follow behind his friend and collect the mushrooms, but neither of them was interested in being outside of the town when dusk approached. By the alchemists judgment, they collected enough [Manashrooms] to make more than the 50 potions. They left the cave with bags glowing with the blue light bulging at the seams. The weight of their haul made the return journey more difficult.

The farmers were done in their fields, and the familiar sounds and smells of the swamp returned. While the area north of Broken Tusk had the advantage of northerly winds sweeping off the high mountains, the swamp was set low to sea level. The crickets sang, getting a head start on their nighttime routine, and townspeople chattered in the town square. The duo made their way back to the alchemy lab to deposit their goods, finding Tresk with an absurd amount of [Spiny Swamp Thistle Root], piled high on a table. Theo judged, with his alchemy ability, that there was enough root to make several hundred health potions.

Youve been busy, Luras said, scoffing. You dont even have an herbalism skill.

Its easy once someone tells you what to look for, Tresk scoffed. Also, I might have convinced my big brother to help me. Also, Im homeless. Yay.

No, youre not, Theo said, unloading his [Manashrooms]. You live at the Newt and Demon, now.

I like that name, Tresk said, fiddling with her cloak.

The sun was getting low outside, dusk threatening to settle in over the town. Theo commanded his friends to join him at the Marsh Wolf for dinner, insisting on paying for everyones meal. To his surprise, they were serving a different stew tonight. The wolf meat stew tasted exactly like the turtle meat stew, but he didnt mind. They found a table near a window and ate their meal, sharing in light conversation until dusk hung over the town.

Im going to head out now that you have someone to haul you home, Luras said.

Alright. Stop by tomorrow, although Ill just be distilling all day, Theo said with a wave.

Luras left with a smile, leaving Theo and Tresk alone in the tavern. They ate in silence for some time, still feeling each other out. The arrangement that she was proposing was strange to him, but the idea grew on him by the second. Those long moments of silence stretched out, and he questioned why he hadnt thought of such an arrangement before. He needed a companion to take partial ownership over the business. Theo couldnt be everywhere at once. Hed need someone to run errands for him or help with the lab. It just made sense.

Shall we? Theo said, breaking the silence.

Yes. Im very tiredstamina is nearly gone entirely, Tresk said, beaming.

The pair walked in time down the muddy street, the Marshling dragging her wide tail through the mud. She hummed a song as they went, skipping every so often. Whatever hopes she had for the future, Theo would help see them through. Just like every person in Broken Tusk that would benefit from the alchemy lab in their town, shed get some piece of the fame. With the lab locked up, they brought a lantern into the bedroom to sort out new sleeping arrangements.

The bare floor is fine, Tresk insisted.

Nonsense, Theo said, scoffing. Theres so much junk in here, theres bound to be Ah! There we are.

Theo found a spare bedroll tucked away among a pile of junk. It sat under various linens and discarded flasks, stained from years of use but still comfortable. He cleared away the things cluttering the far end of the room and laid it out for her. It wouldnt be a permanent place for sleeping, but it was good enough for now. The bed he slept on wasnt much better than the floor. A straw-stuffed mattress wasnt comfortable to sleep on, the wood slats underneath him pressing up at odd angles.

Well do great things, Theo, Tresk said. Once I get to the point where I can go in the dungeon, youll see.

For now, Im happy to have another pair of hands in the lab, Theo said.

Tresk extinguished the flame as dusk set in, quickly giving way to night. She settled into her bedroll, curling up like a cat and casting him an excited look. He realized that this was likely her first time away from home. Pain mixed with excitement in his chest, the innocence of youth painted plainly on her face. There were still a lot of things he needed to understand about this world, but he understood something very clearly. He needed to protect his little pink Marshling.