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Malak caught the bottle of eel and looked it over curiously. He had heard of the gristo eel before, but never seen one in person. He had assumed they were mere superstitions. He put it away, not immediately sure what to do with it, but different ideas had begun to run through his mind. He'd have to be sure to write.
The eel was far less surprising however, at the Necromancer's later comment. Harrier had taken an interest in his brews? Most he'd met had regarded it as a "cute" or "primitive" form of magic. The Necromancer seemed no slouch, especially if her claims of selling undead armies were to be believed.
"Let me see what might interest you." Malak said, and began pulling concoctions out of his rucksack. He firt pulled up a bottle with a thin pink liquid. "The first is Parrot's Tongue. Drink it and you'll be able to mimic any speech or tone you've heard for the next few hours. No translation, so you won't be speaking any new languages, but useful nonetheless." Malak then removed at a think green brew. "This is Gecko's tail. If you lose a limb it'll regrow it, same as before. It's not miraculous though. An arm takes around a week to grow, and it doesn't dull the growing pains." Finally, Malak pulled a nearly clear blue bottle. "Shark's Life. Drink this and you won't have to sleep for five days, but you'll make up the time on the sixth and seventh. Requires a little planning." He laid them down on the bench for the necromancer to observe.
"My magic's Price is served in the effort to create the brew, but also in it's shelf-life. Each of these will last around a month, without any interference. I can . . . recharge them before their spent, usually with an hour's focus per bottle, but your time may be faster or slower. Perhaps you can pour magic in faster, or my gift for brewing makes me faster. Never had someone else try it." Malak explained, being clear on the effects and limitations of his product. He had no intention of making enemies through false advertising. Given that the Necromancer had far more in the way of wealth than he did, he'd let her name a price. That, and he'd never really thought of selling any of his magic.
The eel was far less surprising however, at the Necromancer's later comment. Harrier had taken an interest in his brews? Most he'd met had regarded it as a "cute" or "primitive" form of magic. The Necromancer seemed no slouch, especially if her claims of selling undead armies were to be believed.
"Let me see what might interest you." Malak said, and began pulling concoctions out of his rucksack. He firt pulled up a bottle with a thin pink liquid. "The first is Parrot's Tongue. Drink it and you'll be able to mimic any speech or tone you've heard for the next few hours. No translation, so you won't be speaking any new languages, but useful nonetheless." Malak then removed at a think green brew. "This is Gecko's tail. If you lose a limb it'll regrow it, same as before. It's not miraculous though. An arm takes around a week to grow, and it doesn't dull the growing pains." Finally, Malak pulled a nearly clear blue bottle. "Shark's Life. Drink this and you won't have to sleep for five days, but you'll make up the time on the sixth and seventh. Requires a little planning." He laid them down on the bench for the necromancer to observe.
"My magic's Price is served in the effort to create the brew, but also in it's shelf-life. Each of these will last around a month, without any interference. I can . . . recharge them before their spent, usually with an hour's focus per bottle, but your time may be faster or slower. Perhaps you can pour magic in faster, or my gift for brewing makes me faster. Never had someone else try it." Malak explained, being clear on the effects and limitations of his product. He had no intention of making enemies through false advertising. Given that the Necromancer had far more in the way of wealth than he did, he'd let her name a price. That, and he'd never really thought of selling any of his magic.