Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
The witch couldn't understand what she was looking at. It was like a small pile of leaves was picking mushrooms in her river. Twigs were laying around that kind of .. leaner dwarf.
"Mh'Hello kind sir.. Oh sorry ma' ! I was wondering why the mushrooms were so huge by the end of that river. But ay' if a town is going to be on the ma' way I guess I need a little bit of fresh juice! *Allassard look at the witch and finally realize where he ended up* Ooh oops ma', I meant I'm on the ma' way to home. The stew is not going to cook itself ay! *Whispering to himself* Ay big shrooms definitely meant big trouble here let me tell ya'."
"Oh ma' sorry i was forgetting something. Do you want fresh drink from the riva' ? Me is picking the shrooms' for the stew. But the stew is not just a tasty meal, no no no. It will help you be taller, even maybe you can reach the trees ma' !"
*Allassard is look at the disappointment in the witch's face and kept talking the same way as usual.For a small alchemist, having to sell a product is kind of hard when you are just getting started. And the fact that Allassard never knew anything useful about alchemists or even just brewing was not helping him to make a sale.*
"You see ma' , me is a traveler as we say, me is even more like an explorer.. of the plants ! It's the wetness that makes them fresh, let me tell ya ma' ! I'm on my way to tha' city, I'm looking for.. How they say ay'.. Ay' yes ! A master of the plants, a .. Alchemist ! Yes, yes this is the name ! Don't you know any, ma' ?" *The witch stood there with a lot of questions still hanging, but the small friend she just made was already looking around him to find mushrooms growing in the pavement cracks.*
"Ay' dont you have some Tryhsphyx round' here ma' ? I'm trying to make a muscle potion *Allassard forgot to mention that he never made any usefull brew* ! A good one ma' !"
*Even if Allassard looked like he knew a lot about plants, he was actually saying gibberish and no plants such as Tryhsphyx ever existed. The problem was that, growing on his own, Allassard named the wildlife himself. The way to become an alchemist is not going to be the smoothest."
