[center][color=ForestGreen][h1]Vamon[/h1][/color]
[color=ForestGreen]Location:[/color] Leaving Barracks and arriving at Tavern
[color=ForestGreen]Interacting With:[/color] Mention Guthrie and Sala & Vala[/center]

For a moment Vamon didn’t know how to respond. He had expected to get maybe 20 silver each, especially in a town like this, but he wasn’t the type to turn down an offer as excellent at this. For a moment he considered offering them a lower price, but he ultimately decided against it. If they were prepared to pay the cost, then any kind gestures would only serve to cut his own gain.

[color=ForestGreen]“Ah, yes, that would be a most generous price. Thank you, sir”[/color] He said, doing his best to maintain his composure. 80 silver might not have been a lot while he was living at home, but that was the type of cash that could have him living comfortably for at least a few weeks. [color=ForestGreen]“I will be sure to return if I have any other potions that might be of use to you”[/color] He said with a short bow before making his way out, coins tightly in hand. He had sold potions before, but usually had to settle for a little less than he had wanted. Not that he ever received much disrespect once he started traveling, it seemed that alchemists were rather valuable in places outside of Belizarius. It was an odd change to what he was used to, people used to look down on him once he started his experiments but that might happen when you basically live in a church. He stopped for a moment on the street and pulled out his book of secrets, flicking to the most recent notes. Since he had received some money, it might be worth it to invest in some supplies to continue his studies. He took inventory of a few things and made a note in a smaller notebook he kept for simple memos.

But for now work could wait, he decided that he would head to the Tavern and enjoy a meal with the rather generous supply of cash he had to back himself up. He made a quick stop off at the inn to change into some other clothes. It wouldn’t hide the smell completely, but at least he wouldn’t interrupt people’s meals too much. He donned some similar clothes, including a thick black cloak and swapping out his usual mask for a scarf that was wrapped around his mouth. Eating with the mask was rather difficult, so the scarf simplified matters. 

But he soon made his way to the tavern and stepped inside. He looked around for a moment and saw a few scattered faces, as well as a few familiar ones. It seems that the man he had run into at the store and the girls from the square were having a meal as well. He decided not to approach though, it’s not like he had actually had a conversation with them. He made his way to the bar and spoke as politely as he could.

[color=ForestGreen]“I was hoping for a meal if that was acceptable”[/color] He said to the man as he took a seat at a table near the keeper. [color=ForestGreen]“And something to drink too would be excellent”[/color] He had a habit of speaking professionally when he was nervous, and eating was always a little nerve wracking for him. It was one of the few times he had to reveal his face in public. But he had practiced, and hopefully he wouldn’t cause a scene. He was just craving a meal that was a little warmer than dried trail rations.