[h1][center][color=ForestGreen]Vamon[/color][/center][/h1]
[center][color=ForestGreen]Location:[/color] The barracks
[color=ForestGreen]Interacting With:[/color] Spencer[/center]

Vamon felt stomach drop for a moment as the girl spoke about her mother. Considering that they are around the same age, it was entirely possible that she had heard about his incident. He had considered slipping away before she stated that she herself was from Zalu. He let out a little sigh, making a mental note to not jump to conclusions. But he had never visited Zalu, it was a place that he thought he might pay a visit to one day, but it was fairly low on his list. There could be an interesting collection of materials there, but he did share the girl’s opinion about Astaras.

[color=ForestGreen]“I have heard good things about Zalu, there are a few materials from there that I would like to experiment with one day. But I have never been to Astaras, it would be rather enlightening though. Once I finish up my own personal studies, I plan on paying it a visit.”[/color] He said with a strange conviction in his voice. He had been working on a theory for a long time now, one he had been fairly close to achieving when he was banished from the city. His goal is to create synthetic Sun Shards by studying the crystals in detail. He had a few theories, but without a shard to work with it would be nearly impossible to progress. But he spanned out of his momentary distraction to see a large, well-lit building with a man standing guard at the entrance.

[color=ForestGreen]“Aah well that would be the barracks then wouldn’t it”[/color] Vamon said as he glanced around, making a note of the surrounding buildings. He slipped a notebook out of his pocket for a moment and scribbled a few details to remember. He let out a little chuckle as the girl spoke. [color=ForestGreen]“I think I will be fine from here. Thank you Spencer.”[/color] He said as he offered her a small bow. [color=ForestGreen]“If you ever need anything, you can find me in the inn for now. I would be happy to repay you with a meal or something”[/color] He said with a playful wink before turning and making his way to the barracks. He let out a small sigh as he walked, it had been so long since he had just spoken to someone that he had forgotten how tiring it could be. He wasn’t an antisocial person; he was more of an anti-have people discover that you are a heretic person, which made conversing a lot harder. But he decided to focus on the goal at hand and made his way through the large metal gate and into the building.

The barracks were surprisingly well kept and tidy, but it didn’t take much time searching to see where could go to sell some potions. On the ground floor there was an older man that had a collection of simple armour and weapons as well as some other supplies in one of the corners. Vamon made his way over, trying to seem as non-suspicious as he could.

[color=ForestGreen]“Excuse me sir, I am a traveling alchemist. I was wondering if these potions of healing might interest you, I could dilute them if you required, but I have two full strength potions if you would be interested. I would be more than happy to offer a fair price, of course.”[/color] He spoke as politely as he could. He didn’t know what kind of price people would expect in a place like this, but if anywhere could buy the potions, it would be here.