[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjg4LjYyZjAwYS5WR2hsSUUxaGNtdGxkQSwsLjAA/trinigan-fg.regular.png[/img][/center] The Market was busy for such an early hour, plenty of laborers bringing shipments to and from the docks. Carts whipped to and from one side of the city to the other, mostly hand drawn but a few horses could be found amongst the crowd. The market itself was a bright display of colors, clothes and hides trading hands as quickly as fruit and vegetables. A few food items from Genesis lined the wealthier looking stands. Willow made a quick round, checking signs and store names, before finally ducking into a moderate sized apothecary. She paused a moment, reading over Cece’s message and dismissed the image. The idea wasn’t a bad one, some extra Renn in the guild coffeer’s wouldn’t hurt but with the public disapproval of Datalink 66’s methods Willow was hesitant. Once someone lost the server’s approval in something, it took a lot to earn it back and this game lacked the privilege of server transfers as far as Willow was aware. It was worth considering but she might need some advice before continuing with that idea. If Zeke ever showed up, she’d have him do it and then just kick him from the guild in a show of solidarity with the Council but she could never find him. The apothecary had a few individuals wandering the shop, various ingredients and potions labelled and bottled on shelves. An older woman in heavy glasses leaned on the counter as she went over a small list with a boy who nodded as she finished, dropped a small pouch of Renn on the table, and bolted out the door with a hurried goodbye. The woman’s tag read Valrene, Alchemist Trainer as she turned to Willow and those following her. [color=F7D309]“Welcome, welcome!”[/color] Valrene waved at the trio, beckoning them closer. [color=F7D309]“You look like fresh faces ‘round here. What can I do for you folks?”[/color] [color=f7976a]“We heard you needed help gathering supplies and we came to offer our assistance.”[/color] Willow responded as she approached the counter, eyeing some potions. If only she hadn’t spent all her Renn. [color=F7D309]“Yes, yes! Running through my Welkin Gland supply. Nasty things but their poison can be used to make quite a number of remedies. I’ll need at least ten but I’m always pleased to pay for a few extra.”[/color] The alchemist spoke as she rummaged under the desk, pulling out a small scroll and rolling it open. A long tailed serpentine creature was depicted on it and a close up of the poison glands behind the fangs and a quick description on how to extract it. [color=F7D309] “Make sure they don’t get ruptured!”[/color] [center][pre]Emergency Supplies Gather 10 Welkin Poison Glands. Return to Valrene for a reward. Optional: Gather 10 Additional Glands. Return to Valrene for a reward. Valrene’s Bonus: Increased Drop Rate, Increased XP Share with Guild? Yes No[/pre][/center] [color=f7976a] “Is there anything else we need to know?”[/color] Willow asked as she accepted the quest and shared it with the guild. [color=F7D309] “Hm, hm. You’ll need to be quick to kill them before you get coated with their vomit. The smell attracts other Welkin and can start a feeding frenzy if you aren’t careful!”[/color] Valrene explained cheerfully as she rolled her scroll up and stashed it away. [color=F7D309] “Good luck! You folk seem like you’ll do great!”[/color] Willow stared at the woman blankly for a few moments, thoroughly disgusted with that information but pulled up the guild chat. [quote] [color=f7976a]I have the quest from Valrene. Meet me at the bridge at the edge of town and we’ll strike out from there. Make sure your gear is in decent repair on the way out.[/color] [/quote] Meanwhile.... At the edge of the market, a young girl tried to catch the attention of various adventurers. A large basket was strapped to her back and with every person who ignored her, she grew clearly more distressed. She was in no way bad off, her clothes clean and well kept and she was clearly well groomed, but she shifted from foot to foot as she tried to catch one man’s attention but was pushed a few steps back. The girl, Nanlia, crouched for a moment with tears in her eyes. [b] “You’re such a sweet talker.”[/b] The woman, Farlie, tittered after their conversation. Her husband rolled his eyes fondly as he assisted another customer. [b] “A silver off for a silvered tongue is only fair, don’t you think? 5 silver a piece rather than the normal 6 and if you like, I’ll throw some bananas fresh off the boat from these bothran’s homeland. A few days old but they’re perfectly ripe! Goes great with the cream the Verdant makes special.”[/b] [center][pre] Acting Skill Points Gained: 2 [/pre][/center] Meanwhile… Bidthorn’s Smithery was just as lively, loud and hot and full of workers. Various metals made their way in and out of the building, three large carts exchanging good with the shop and then on their way. Inside the shop proper was much quieter and several rows of cases displayed various items, ranging from horseshoes to weapons. A few suits of armor lined the walls. A balding man with a long braided beard stood behind the counter, weighing various bars of metal on a scale. Bidthorn looked up as Holly entered, squinting suspiciously. [color=C69103]“What’s a little lassie like you doin’ in mah shop?”[/color] Behind him, a massive hammer hung on the wall. Intricate patterns were carved into the handle and the dual sided hammer heads were emerald green.