After the commotion had passed, the Medicine Seller was taking his time to recover his wooden pack and what supplies that had survived. Many tinctures and powders had been trampled into the dust, but his rarer stock seemed reasonably unscathed.
There was a new kind of chaos, strangers from something called the 'Inquisition'. The Medicine Seller was no fool - if this wasn't some elaborate illusion or trap, then the situation was, potentially, precarious. Now was the time to seem innocuous, and listen to what snatches of conversation he could pick up to better gauge the matter at hand.
After making sure his sword was still in its box in the top compartment, he set about gathering up the scales that had spilled, placing them carefully back in their drawer. The medicines, various paraphernalia, and the occasional book of dirty woodcuts that hadn't been trampled by the demon came next. There were a few powders he was going to sorely miss, but it seemed the damage to his stock wasn't terrible.
His sword and scales safe and his belongings secured, the Medicine Seller could more accurately assess matters. For starters, the strange grin sliver of light in his palm. It left a dull ache, and something about it left him uneasy. It thrummed with the same energy of the rift, and if he were to wager, it likely was the cause of his presence there. He inspected it closely, more curious than concerned for now.
The Medicine Seller | Open | Post battle
There was a new kind of chaos, strangers from something called the 'Inquisition'. The Medicine Seller was no fool - if this wasn't some elaborate illusion or trap, then the situation was, potentially, precarious. Now was the time to seem innocuous, and listen to what snatches of conversation he could pick up to better gauge the matter at hand.
After making sure his sword was still in its box in the top compartment, he set about gathering up the scales that had spilled, placing them carefully back in their drawer. The medicines, various paraphernalia, and the occasional book of dirty woodcuts that hadn't been trampled by the demon came next. There were a few powders he was going to sorely miss, but it seemed the damage to his stock wasn't terrible.
His sword and scales safe and his belongings secured, the Medicine Seller could more accurately assess matters. For starters, the strange grin sliver of light in his palm. It left a dull ache, and something about it left him uneasy. It thrummed with the same energy of the rift, and if he were to wager, it likely was the cause of his presence there. He inspected it closely, more curious than concerned for now.