So far, he was still only a page and had flown under the radar of the elites. Not having to worry about too much protocol or being dragged into something messy was a bit pleasing to him. He enjoyed his life as a wandering helper so far.
The street was lively, and sunlight brightened the faces of passerby’s. He thought about the last time he saw him and the foot massage they enjoyed together yesterday. His feet still felt relaxed from it. Before long, he arrived at the potion peddlers shop and knock on the door.
“Khalash, I’m back. I saw your recent posting.” The door swung open with the ever-inviting shop owner.
“Oh, delightful. I had hoped it would be you,” he pointed at Kazimir’s feet, “How are the toes doing?”
With a smile, Kazimir replied, “Better than I would have thought. Thanks for showing me the place. So, what’s this new task?”
“Of course, of course. It seems the old hermit didn’t have everything I needed so I need a young strapping lad to fetch me some herbs from the forest.”
Kazimir leaned forward half in the doorway now, “And the request said I can get a taste of the elixir. Will it have a similar effect as the root I chewed on?”
Khalash shrugged his shoulder high, “Maybe…one way to find out. Here’s the list. Off you go.” Kazimir took the list as the shop owner retreated to the pits of his workspace, leaving the mage to begin his task.
The sheet rattled of three ingredients to find and the relative locations and difficulties of each. “Well, I suppose I’ll start with…curly fern.” He trekked back to the forest again. This time more cautious not to encounter anymore bears walking his way.
Almost immediately he came upon what he thought was the curly fern. He matched them to the picture and plucked them for storage in his bag.
“Easy enough. Next on the agenda is…blue lichen. On rotten logs, huh. Well delightful.” The last sentenced rolled of his tongue with a sarcastic note.
Wandering around for almost an hour he began to get a bit weary of looking for rotting logs. This was something his magic was ill-suited for. He was actually a bit surprised at how little he had needed magic for all of his assignments thus far. He began to wander aimlessly through the wild, lost in thought.
His trance broken when he caught a glimpse of a fallen tree. Rushing over he saw the rotten wood tumbling to the ground and a strange blue herb growing out of it. “Finally, here we go.” He snatched it up and opened the note to see what the next target was. The soothing effect of the foot massage wearing off.
“Oh, you're kidding me.”
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