Chapter 26: Business as Usual

Chapter 26: Business as Usual

A high inquisitor of the burning eye? Azrug asked, shouting and jumping in place. How are you not dead, man? Youre a demon!

Theo just got done explaining the situation to the boy. In his normal fashion, he was overly excited and extremely animated. Watching his reaction gave the alchemist a bit of relief, letting him rationalize how dangerous of a situation it was. Tresk constantly spoke into his mind, reassuring him that this was a good thing. He wanted her to stop focusing on him and get on with her task.

Tresk attacked him, Theo said.

She what? Azrug said, groaning. By the Godsall of them at oncewhat on earth was that woman thinking? He could have thrown her into the sea. Into the sea!

Shes almost as excitable as you, Theo said, smiling.

The door opened, the bell jingling noisily, and Perg stepped inside. Are you okay?

Small town, huh? Theo asked, scoffing. He gave her the short version, but she seemed more understanding of the situation.

Right. Dangerous, but good. If what he said was true, you would be in far more danger without his help, Perg said. If Drogramath took an interest in you, itd be over. Hes banished right now, but still has agents.

Theo placed his hand on the Half-Ogres shoulder and nodded. I appreciate the concern. Im fine, and I got a fancy scaling necklace for my trouble.

What? Those are rare, Perg said. They grow with you as you level.

Speaking of. Id really like to get some alchemy done, Theo said. Azrug, embellish the tale if anyone comes looking for me. Make it sound like Tresk and Sulvan had an epic duel by the river.

Oh, I was going to do that anyway, Azrug said, laughing.

Let me know if you need anything, Perg said.

Thanks, Theo said, smiling.

The alchemist wanted nothing more than to put this behind him. He knew it was a good thing, and that Sulvan understood his situation, but he didnt care. His only desire was to craft potions and protect the town, and he couldnt do that while worrying about what some dormant demon lord had planned for him. He closed the door to the lab for once and left the windows closed.

Still better than Earth, he said, latching onto the thought for reassurance.

Sulvans sudden appearance was comforting. While the townsfolk of Broken Tusk constantly reassured him that being a Dronon didnt matter down south, it clearly mattered elsewhere. As far as Theo was concerned, the necklace was the Order of the Burning Eyes endorsement. If anyone had a problem with his horns, he could flash the necklace or show his brand. The alchemist understood how disturbing the situation would be to another person, but he was content.

Theo focused on the task at hand. Fenian placed a ridiculously large order and would return in a week to collect it. As he prepared the mash for his first run of [Healing Essence], he lamented the manual process. The [Spiny Swamp Thistle Root] was the hardest of the restoration essences to process in the initial stages. The hard root required cutting before mashing, and more time spent with the heavy stick and bucket to get it ground well enough. Theos increased strength from the necklace was a boon, making the mashing significantly easier.

Theo transferred the root in stages, making a mental note to get a larger bucket, and filled the first still. He leveled it off with [Purified Water] and started the [Flame Artifice] on its lowest setting underneath. The running list of notes wouldnt receive additional entries this time. For his delivery to Fenian, he wanted to keep everything as even as possible and get 500 excellent quality potions for each type. Essence began dripping from the condenser not long after the fire starter. The alchemist prepared his next batch.

[Manashrooms] were easier to prepare than the hard root. Theo barely smacked his stick against the bulbous mushrooms before they fell apart. He placed a flask under the second stills condenser and added the mash in steps before topping it off. With a mote stuffed inside his second [Flame Artifice], he set it under the second still and watched the fire burn away.

How are you holding up? Tresk asked.

Theo smiled to himself. I should ask you that. Im not the one delving into a dungeon today.

The first floors are fine. The monsters here practically crumple at a light touch, Tresk said, scoffing. I was just worried that the Paladin shook you up.

Not really, Theo said. The necklace he gave me is awesome. It makes smashing up all my reagents easy. Its a scaling item, which Perg said is rare.

They are rare, Tresk said, sounding surprised.

The bell jingled downstairs and for the first time in a few days, he heard Azrugs boisterous voice. Theo suspected that there was actually a customer, his suspicions realized when the boy cracked the door to the lab and said, got an outsider adventurer.

Theo looked at his flasks before descending the stairs. The massive glassware he put under the condensers would be fine for a while, and he could attend to the customer. He emerged into the shop to find a cat-person standing behind the counter, drumming his fingers on the surface. He was slightly shorter than the alchemist, with a leopards pattern on his visible fur, the rest of his body covered by chain mail armor. His pointed ears perked up upon seeing the alchemist.

Ah, the sign makes sense now. Newt and Demon, I get it, the man said. I am called Zankir, and I have come for potions.

Im Theo, and this is Azrug, my shopkeeper, Theo said. Are you here for the [Swamp Dungeon]?

Not today, Zankir said. Im going to run the [River Dungeon].

Well, a trader cleaned most of my stock out, but I still have a few potions, Theo said, gesturing to the back shelf. Youre welcome to browse.

Zankir nodded and went to the shelves. He found the [Lesser Healing Potions] immediately and gave Theo a confused look. You created excellent quality potions in this town? Thats impressive.

Only the best for our customers, Theo said, smiling.

Ill take five healing potions, two barkskin, and a purify, Zankir said. I hope youre not expecting Qavelli prices.

Theo waved a dismissive hand. Of course not. Ill take 30 copper for each potion.

Something about the cat-person, whatever their race was called, screamed bargaining. His discerning eye told Theo that much, and he intended on throwing him a price that was absurd to start with.

Zankir shook his head, grimacing. Ill give you 15 copper each, and not a coin more.

Theo grinned. 20 copper each, and Ill throw in a [Cleansing Scrub]. Youll need it in this mud pit.

Zankir reached out his hand for Theo to shake, which he did. The cat-person beamed. Simple negotiation is the pleasure of life, is it not?

Azrug was standing near the back of the room, mentally taking notes on the exchange, although he was still too timid to strike a deal with the outsider.

Couldnt agree more, Theo said, shrugging.

Zankir brought his potions to the front counter and withdrew the coins from a satchel at his side. Theo noticed it wasnt a dimensional bag. He placed one silver and 60 copper coins on the counter, gesturing for the alchemist to count it. His alchemical measuring ability didnt extend to loose coins, and he quickly counted it out before adding it to his inventory.

A discerning man like you knows the price these potions fetch in the capital, Zankir said. Your reasonable prices will make it possible for up-and-coming adventurers to delve.

Large Farm

Tannery

Tradesmen

Adventurers Guild

Upgrades:

None

The adventurers were doing a great job feeding the town cores. It would be level 5 soon enough. Theo knocked on Mianas door and the woman emerged, glowering down at him. What?

Business, Theo said.

She reluctantly held the door open, allowing him to enter. She snapped it shut behind her and regarded him, shaking her head. Well?

How do you communicate with the capital?

Miana simply gestured for him to follow, leading him down the hall and into the office where the towns mercantile seats held their meetings. She retrieved a small pink crystal from a locked chest and set it down on the table. Just grasp it and youll be connected with some annoying functionary.

Alright, Theo said. I just wanted to know that you had a line directly to them.

I do. And now you do, Miana said. Her expression softened for a moment and she sighed. Why are you better at being a mayor than me?

Im not, Theo said, waving her off. Im better at being so self-interested that Ive expanded my interests to the town.

Miana laughed, maybe for the first time since he met her. That alchemy shop has been empty for as long as I can remember. You show up, and suddenly the town is buzzing.

Its a confluence of events, Theo said. The dungeon gaining levels rapidly has more to do with it than me. Have you considered the idea that were seeing more success because you have more support?

See? You even know the right words to say, Miana said, letting out another sigh. Keep it up. Use the crystal whenever you need.

Alright. I need to gather my thoughts on that one. It boils down to getting more financial aid from the crown, Theo said.

They seem willing, Miana said, shrugging.

Theo bid farewell to the woman, not willing to commit to contacting whoever was on the other end of the crystal. He wandered toward the river, gaining updates from Tresk along the way. They went down to the 10th floor of the dungeon before turning back, and were currently making their way back up. She found new gear, and even a few reagents she thought were alchemical. Without an herbalism core, she wouldnt be able to tell. He wished her a safe journey back.

The area between the shop and the river was picked over, but there were still hidden roots invisible to the laborers. Theo knew the plants would grow back within a day, but spent his time gathering the more difficult ones. He hadnt considered why they came back so quickly, but dismissed the thought as soon as it came. The herbs in the area behind his shop were locked in his mind, their locations stored away by his high [Wisdom] stat. While he knew those well, the plants that grew along the river were unknown.

According to the information detailed in his book, elemental flowers were related to their equivalent stat. [Water Lilies] grew in thick patches along the muddy bank, and would produce potions that enhanced [Wisdom]. He stowed them away in his inventory and worked his way north until Tresk informed him she arrived back at the shop. A massive wooden bridge spanned the river at a point. He noted its location and turned back around, the journey back to the Newt and Demon resulting in 50 of the [Water Lilies] in his inventory.

Tresk looked exhausted, sitting in Azrugs chair with her head resting on the front desk. Theo dripped a few drops of [Cleansing Scrub] on her head and she laughed. It washed away the layers of grime and blood covering her body, sending flashes of light through the shop.

I got this new dagger, Tresk said, pulling a wicked-looking blade from her belt and grinning. Finally picked my level 10 ability, too. [Blades from Shadow] increases my first attack after leaving stealth.

Youre a sneaky one, Theo said, patting her on the head. Not much from me, today. Got level 7 in my alchemy core and made some potions.

Ah, the life of an alchemist, she said, laughing. Im going to take a few potions from the shelf, if thats okay.

Theyre your potions, too, Theo said.

Tresk shrugged, groaning as she stood and stowing 5 [Lesser Healing Potions] in her dimensional bag. Youre working on the Elf job, right?

Yeah, Im getting there, Theo said. I also owe Perg some tanning potions, so I want to get this job done soon. Is Luras stopping by for dinner?

He is. Perg will invite herself, too, Tresk said.

Theo and Tresk went upstairs, propping the windows open and making a new batch of soup. The reagents she found in the dungeon turned out to be common plants, a fact that annoyed her. As if on cue, Luras knocked on the front door. Perg was with him, and they joined as a group upstairs. The soup was as delicious as the last time they made it, and the conversation switched around aimlessly. It finally landed on the inquisitor Sulvan.

Thats the thing! Perg shouted. We sit here in some backwater town, knowing that theres high-level people out there. Its absurd to think about.

Its scary, Tresk said. He didnt even flinch when I stabbed him.

You shouldnt have stabbed him, Luras groaned.

I thought he was going to kill my Tarahek, Tresk shrugged.

Theo is just lucky that the guy was one of the good ones, Perg said. Imagine if he was just a jerk that killed all the unknown Dronon.

Well, demon lords are the least of our worries, Luras said. The [Swamp Dungeon] is still leveling, and we dont have walls.

Has Aarok organized a night watch? Theo asked.

Have you sorted the night watchs wages? Luras shot back, grinning.

Theo shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He had the chance to talk to the capital earlier, but didnt want to get ahead of himself. No.

Well, hes organized it anyway. Two people will patrol the streets in shifts, Luras said. Its horrible work, but theyre doing it for free until we get that sorted.

Everyone at the table but Perg was exhausted from the day. She babbled on for longer than was acceptable, and was eventually dragged out of the shop by Luras powerful grip. Theo and Tresk locked the shop up and headed for bed, pressing their foreheads together before saying goodnight.

Tresks loud snores filled the room immediately. Despite the softness of the bed, and his exhaustion, Theo was awake for quite a while. Twilight enveloped the town, and he still wasnt tired. He replayed the events of the day in his mind, appreciating how lucky he was. There were still things he couldnt change in this world, but Broken Tusk wasnt one of them. He could alter the fate of the town for the better, sending it into an era of prosperity it could have only dreamed of. Only when embracing the dreams of his new home did he find rest that night.