Smuk scouted around the market stalls, looking for a clear place to set up his own shop. The city of Elbion was a big one, to be sure. People of all different cultures and species bustled through the market streets, narrowly avoiding each other as they walked straight ahead. Everyone moved at a speed that was a smidge too fast for the wandering merchant to keep up with. 'Well,' he thought to himself, 'at least this'll mean more customers'. He spied a small corner beside an exotic fruits stand and bumped his way through the stream of shoppers. More than a few people scoffed and yelled at him to watch where he was going, even a couple of goats passing by seemed annoyed. Travelling the continent with an enormous backpack was tough enough, but trying to navigate through crowds with it seemed almost impossible. He squeezed and swerved his way through and eventually arrived at the tiny space. After taking a breath in, he began setting up. He laid down a bright red and gold blanket and sat himself down as he pulled out some of his best handicrafts.
A potion dispenser with an adjustable amount, for potion-brewers who need exact measurements. A bell that could call an animal companion. A coil of re-sizable rope for those with low baggage space. A mask that allowed one to see at night as though it was daylight.
The mid-morning soon became midday, then to mid-afternoon. Not many seemed interested in his wares, least of all buying them. He thought about changing location but then the weather was so fine and relaxing. By midday, Smuk had put up a sign saying "Alchemic equipment for sale! Everything an adventurer needs!" and continued working on another device. He laid back against the cool stone of the building behind him and tinkered with the gadget. It was to be a type of mug that could warm or cool any kind of beverage. It was by late afternoon, that he realised he was missing an ingredient. He had enough varmt for the heating effect to work, but he had ran out of hundekoldt to make things cold.
Giving a sigh and a groan, he put his nearly-finished contraption down and stood up, bones cracking into place. He stretched and rubbed his eyes, taking in his changed surroundings. The light was a warm orange and there were less people rushing down the streets. He began looking around from his shop, wondering if he should start searching the markets for some hundekoldt.
A potion dispenser with an adjustable amount, for potion-brewers who need exact measurements. A bell that could call an animal companion. A coil of re-sizable rope for those with low baggage space. A mask that allowed one to see at night as though it was daylight.
The mid-morning soon became midday, then to mid-afternoon. Not many seemed interested in his wares, least of all buying them. He thought about changing location but then the weather was so fine and relaxing. By midday, Smuk had put up a sign saying "Alchemic equipment for sale! Everything an adventurer needs!" and continued working on another device. He laid back against the cool stone of the building behind him and tinkered with the gadget. It was to be a type of mug that could warm or cool any kind of beverage. It was by late afternoon, that he realised he was missing an ingredient. He had enough varmt for the heating effect to work, but he had ran out of hundekoldt to make things cold.
Giving a sigh and a groan, he put his nearly-finished contraption down and stood up, bones cracking into place. He stretched and rubbed his eyes, taking in his changed surroundings. The light was a warm orange and there were less people rushing down the streets. He began looking around from his shop, wondering if he should start searching the markets for some hundekoldt.
