(Anymore then six hours I say is good… I probably got like… five yesterday)
She sighed softly, "Tanrial," She didn't bother with her last. She put aside some random red and white mushrooms, deciding she didn't need those, "What are yours?"
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(Oof Throws more sleep across the sea for ya)
"Shiv," the girl said, stubbornly ignoring the other bandit's disapproving look. "And this is Muddy-bones." She scooted forward just slightly and pointed at one of the potions. "What's this one do?"
(Catches it Thanks, I'll probs get the same amount tonight)
The bottle Shiv had pointed at contained a blue liquid that shifted through different shades of the colour depending on which angle it was held at or moved. Tanrial didn't bother with a long answer, "Increased agility."
Shiv's eyes widened. "You mean, like, it can make people faster 'n stuff?" She eagerly looked around and pointed to another bottle. "What about this one?"
The next was like the blue, only the bottle was rounder and was green, a leaf handing out the top, "Camouflage, you basically become a chameleon."
Even Muddy-bones was showing a grudging interest at this point. "So, you ain't just a medic then? How do you even make these weirdo potions, anyway?"
"I said to Boar-back at the beginning I made potions and I happened to know healing ones," She sighed, "And I make them with a fire, a pot, hot water, time and everything in my bag. But hey, if you want to stop me from making you guys the cool ones then whatever…"
The two bandits glanced at each other uncertainly.
"Wellll," Shiv wavered. "I guess if you can make all those other potions, then you don't need to pay taxes…."
Muddy-bones started to look hostile again. "What about the chief?" he muttered. "We can't start cutting the prisoner any slack, or he'll find out and turn us into rugs."
Shiv chewed her lip. "I know…." Turning back to Tanrial, she huffed sulkily. "We have to take somethin' from ya. Give us one o' them potions right now, as–as a down payment. Then you can keep all the rest."
Tanrial picked up two purple bottles, one in a square jar and then other in a rounded one. she looked like she was contemplating which one to give and bit back a smirk when she handed over the rounded bottle, "Enhanced strength." In reality, it was a sleeping potion, the other purple bottle was strength.
Muddy-bones snatched the potion greedily. "Perfect. The chief will be pleased." He straightened and trotted away into the darkness. "Shiv, stay and guard the prisoner, and no more trying to make friends with her!"
Shiv crossed her arms and grumbled rebelliously for a few minutes. Then she glanced over at Tanrial from the corner of her eye. "So….you and your friend…where are you from? We don't have any potion-makers around here."
"Further west of here if I remember correctly," She replied, shifting through her items, "I'm not uh… exactly human, hence why I'm good at potion making and have the skills to do so."
Shiv looked surprised. "You're not human? I thought non-humans looked…I dunno…more weird or something. What are you, then?"
Tanrial snorted, tucking her hair behind her ears and pointing to the curved and pointed tips, "I'm Eyvn. We're not that different from humans, maybe a bit more aggressive depending on who you talk to."
"Oh." Shiv sat back slightly. "'Kay." She rubbed her arm silently, seeming to be deciding whether to say more. "You know," she continued in a quieter voice. "I've always kinda wondered what it's like to be…a medic, ya know? I mean…besides all that magical stuff it don't seem to hard." She glanced around furtively. "Our old medic died a while ago, but he told me that anybody could learn it…"
Tanrial sighed a little, "If I'm being honest I wouldn't classify myself as a medic. Yes, I know a little healing magic, I know how to stitch, bandage and treat an infected wound but like your old medic said, anyone can learn. It's just about trying to find the right teacher to help."
"Uh-huh…." Shiv leaned forward again, lowering her voice even more. "Well, I don't even know th' basic stuff. And I was kinda wonderin'….if you could, y'know, show me how it's d–"
The crunch of heavy footsteps somewhere close by cut her off, and she flinched nervously. "O-oh, hey, Chief! How are ya? I'm jus' making sure the prisoner knows what'll happen if she tries anything…" she laughed shakily.
"Leave," Boar-back told her. "Tell Blue Tommy to take your place. If I see you talking with the prisoner again, I'll feed you to the others."
Shiv bolted. Boar-back crouched down in her place, peering inside. "What do you need to make healing potions?"
Tanrial narrowed her eyes at him, leaning back on her hands and crossing one leg over the other, "Now let's see… nutmeg, ginger, chamomile, garlic, valerian, yarrow… Actually do want me to just write you a list in case you can't remember everything in that small brain of yours?"
He tapped the handle of his axe coldly. "Write down how much you need to make a month's supply. And it is my bandits who have the small brains. If there are any complicated instructions, make sure you are very clear or they will not understand."
She snorted, grabbing an old piece of paper out her bag as well as a very small pencil, writing down what she needed, "Please, I'm not telling you or your bandits my secrets. I'll make the potions, they just have to get what I need to do so, they literally have to hand pick them and I can do everything else."
Boar-back studied her for a moment, and he seemed to be curious–but his curiosity was somehow much more unnerving than that of Shiv and Muddy-bones. "You're not afraid. Why is that?"
Tanrial shrugged, "Maybe because you aren't scary? Or because I know I could kill you if I wanted to but I'm trying to be the better person here."
He raised the remnants of one eyebrow in what might have been mild amusement. "Really….? That's so kind of you. I'm grateful you've decided to let me live." There came the sound of more footsteps approaching and he stood up. "Keep dreaming, little girl. I haven't tried to be scary yet." He spoke to the bandit who'd just arrived. "Don't let her leave. Don't speak to her. If she start acting oddly in any way, sound the alarm."
The bandit, apparently Blue Tommy, sat in front of the entrance and glared at Tanrial with slightly bloodshot blue eyes. He didn't quite look like he had all his marbles anymore.
(brb, back in a sec)
(Ooft, well, Ima head to bed and try and get a lil more sleep then yesterday, seeya later ^^)
"I might be little in size but I'm older then you'll ever be!" She called after his retreating figure before cursing him under her breath. She then went back to finishing her list.
(Seeya! Sleep well! ^^)
As expected, Blue Tommy was not great conversation and the rest of the night dragged somewhat. At one point there was some screeching and crashing as a random scuffle broke out between two bandits, but otherwise all was quiet.