Sweet Cinnamoth
EXP: 37,766, Level: 8
Level completed: 31%,
EXP required for next Level: 6,234
Patience was not Fenn’s most outstanding quality. In the fifteen minutes that Nevin was doing his thing, took some self control for the fae not to start sticking his nose in the dozen places it didn’t belong. Mostly, he scratched his itchy everything and tried ignoring the plethora of shiny pretty potions all around. Only one glittering lavender vial ended up in his bag. A new triumph for restraint!
When the alchemist returned, Daugi stood up and stretched languidly. Fenn too leaped back to his feet and bounded over to the countertop. After his brief nap and spinny trip through the rainbow, he had regained most of his enthusiastic abandon back. His big eyes were round with eagerness as Nevin explained the new medicines and handed over the new price. Fenn did not have any more money than he did before the colors made him all foggy.
Thankfully, the price seemed to have inched down a few coins since he had last seen it. What a relief!
The art on the one bottle was adorable. Fenn flicked the little redheaded skull, grinning at frost spattered over it. This was a really cute shop. Maybe he’d travel through Stonevale more often. Seeming somewhat more cheerful than before, he slipped the potions into his satchel and dug around for the wallet he had last stolen (and not yet emptied). Gleefully, he upended all the gold coins inside on the counter. KEEP CHANGE, the tiny fae instructed Nevin. One could afford to be loose with their change when they were soon to be well enough for sneaking around and purloining more purses for themselves.
Before he left though, there were a few questions on his mind. It made his ears twitched with twisting worry. FLEAS WILL NOT INFECT WIFE AND DAUGHTER, RIGHT? NEKOJIN HAVE FUR. SORRY. LITTLE CONCERN.
Last edited by FennWenn; 10-20-2017 at 09:27 AM.
