Post by draumr on Feb 23, 2017 19:52:13 GMT
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Any theft will be noted and reported to authorities
After making sure that the sign was fastened properly, she turned briefly towards the other woman and gave her a slight smile, before turning and walking towards the residential area.
She glanced over her shoulder a couple of times during the short walk, making sure that the other woman was keeping pace with her, and before long she arrived at the door to the house she called home.
The wooden door creaked when she opened it, and a strong scent of herbs and incense wafted out towards the two young women and the familiar sound of a crackling fire was heard.
"Bertha, Earl, I'm home!" Draumr called as she entered the dimly lit house, swiftly gesturing for the other woman to enter.
The floor was covered in tattered rugs and worn down furs, the walls adorned with beautiful pieces of fabrics and mounted skulls. Countless of bundles of herbs and flowers were hung to the ceiling to dry, and the house had a welcoming aura to it.
Draumr continued further into the house, through the short hallway they had entered through and into a cluttered kitchen. The furnishings were all old and the style was outdated, but they seemed well loved. There was a small kitchen tables placed along one of the walls, and it was covered in both fresh and dried flora, vials of all shapes and forms, and several pots with unrecognizable liquids. By the stove stood an old man, dressed in dirty clothes, stirring away at a pot.
He smiled widely when he saw Draumr. "You've come home early, was there any problem at the market, or is it just the cold wind that has dragged you home?" he asked, still with a smile on his face. The smile faded slightly when he saw that there was someone with Draumr, and he looked at the other woman curiously for a couple of seconds before turning his gaze back towards Draumr. "Now, I hope this is a costumer you can trust, I don't want you to get into trouble", he said before turning back to stirring the pot that was currently boiling wildly at the stove.
Draumr gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, then continued through the kitchen and took a right, leading into what seemed to be the final destination. The room was gloomier than the rest of the house, thing black veils covering the windows, and only a few candles to keep the light alive. There was a bed in the left corner of the room covered in dark furs, several bookcases were lining the walls, and what almost seemed like an altar stood in the center. Several skulls, ores, minerals and what appeared to be research papers were filling the dark stone altar, and it was clear that this was the workplace of the young potioneer.
"Now", Draumr said as she took a seat in the chair in front of the altar, crossing her legs and starting to make a pile of the research papers. "Tell me exactly what it is you wish of me."
After making sure that the sign was fastened properly, she turned briefly towards the other woman and gave her a slight smile, before turning and walking towards the residential area.
She glanced over her shoulder a couple of times during the short walk, making sure that the other woman was keeping pace with her, and before long she arrived at the door to the house she called home.
The wooden door creaked when she opened it, and a strong scent of herbs and incense wafted out towards the two young women and the familiar sound of a crackling fire was heard.
"Bertha, Earl, I'm home!" Draumr called as she entered the dimly lit house, swiftly gesturing for the other woman to enter.
The floor was covered in tattered rugs and worn down furs, the walls adorned with beautiful pieces of fabrics and mounted skulls. Countless of bundles of herbs and flowers were hung to the ceiling to dry, and the house had a welcoming aura to it.
Draumr continued further into the house, through the short hallway they had entered through and into a cluttered kitchen. The furnishings were all old and the style was outdated, but they seemed well loved. There was a small kitchen tables placed along one of the walls, and it was covered in both fresh and dried flora, vials of all shapes and forms, and several pots with unrecognizable liquids. By the stove stood an old man, dressed in dirty clothes, stirring away at a pot.
He smiled widely when he saw Draumr. "You've come home early, was there any problem at the market, or is it just the cold wind that has dragged you home?" he asked, still with a smile on his face. The smile faded slightly when he saw that there was someone with Draumr, and he looked at the other woman curiously for a couple of seconds before turning his gaze back towards Draumr. "Now, I hope this is a costumer you can trust, I don't want you to get into trouble", he said before turning back to stirring the pot that was currently boiling wildly at the stove.
Draumr gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, then continued through the kitchen and took a right, leading into what seemed to be the final destination. The room was gloomier than the rest of the house, thing black veils covering the windows, and only a few candles to keep the light alive. There was a bed in the left corner of the room covered in dark furs, several bookcases were lining the walls, and what almost seemed like an altar stood in the center. Several skulls, ores, minerals and what appeared to be research papers were filling the dark stone altar, and it was clear that this was the workplace of the young potioneer.
"Now", Draumr said as she took a seat in the chair in front of the altar, crossing her legs and starting to make a pile of the research papers. "Tell me exactly what it is you wish of me."
