Roseus

When she mentioned a way of paying, Mroth just shook his head gently. “Do not worry about payments, Roseus. Seeing your beautiful smile is enough payment for me!”

Hmmm possibly one invisibility just in case odd-forbid something goes wrong,
but on a light note think you conjure a prank potion that can work on a Vykker? Argyle be so drunk he won’t notice till too late but I don’t want it permanent just enough he has some sort of blemish effect? Since Argyle loves the colour green so much lets make him green.” A playful gentle smirk was accompanied by a feeble giggle.
Roseus both meekly surprised and flattered at Mroth’s payment terms. “Erm thanks…are you honestly sure mere smile is enough as payment? I could make you a basic cloak at least since the weather is still bitterly cold. She glanced innocently at the birdish mask. “One day I would like to see whats behind that mask of yours but for now I’ll gladly offer you tea and refreshment instead?”

With a slight tilt to his head, he touched his mask. “…Maybe one day, I’ll let you see under this mask.. but tea and refreshments sounds lovely, for now!”

Erm...I hope you don't mind me in asking this but what species are you and were doe your kin usually live?"

When she mentioned a way of paying, Mroth just shook his head gently. “Do not worry about payments, Roseus. Seeing your beautiful smile is enough payment for me!”

Hmmm possibly one invisibility just in case odd-forbid something goes wrong,
but on a light note think you conjure a prank potion that can work on a Vykker? Argyle be so drunk he won’t notice till too late but I don’t want it permanent just enough he has some sort of blemish effect? Since Argyle loves the colour green so much lets make him green.” A playful gentle smirk was accompanied by a feeble giggle.
Roseus both meekly surprised and flattered at Mroth’s payment terms. “Erm thanks...are you honestly sure mere smile is enough as payment? I could make you a basic cloak at least since the weather is still bitterly cold. She glanced innocently at the birdish mask. "One day I would like to see whats behind that mask of yours but for now I’ll gladly offer you tea and refreshment instead?”

“A bird…? You could say.. that I am like a bird. Don’t let the mask fool you! I do not have a beak,” he explained, holding a hand out, “Although, it seems.. that you are part bird, yes? The name is Mroth! A pleasure to meet you.”

“You could say I’m a doctor. I make potions - healing, poisons, miscellaneous.. you name it, I’ll most likely have the cure - or a swift solution to a problem.”

Listening to her as she questioned his business, he let out a short chuckle. “My dear, a swift solution… to get rid of people. Poison is slow and painful - but death can be as quick as a Scrab… with the right potion, of course!”

Some what sceptical and wary about Mroth’s profession yet curiosity took over the most. “Personally not into the grim side of potions and poisons if they involved pranks on a temporary level now that be intriguing.”

“Pranks? There are obviously such creations!” he straightens his posture, obviously elated that someone took interest. “There are potions to change colours of various body features, disguise something fowl as a delicious treat, and of course.. hallucinations~” he explained with glee. “Are there any potions in particular you are looking for..?”

"Oh not much..." Roseus shrugged. "Mostly skin tone or some sort of feather dye change and something to help in a disguise subject?" Roseus was making a mental memo in her head. Maybe a disguise potion would help Cecil infuriate the Clockwork keg with out the risk of me being recognised by Argyle, also maybe play a little prank on him too perhaps? She briefly explained to Mroth her upcoming trip with Cecil and the potential potions that could be paid ether by moolah or she could make an article of clothing such as a poncho or tunic. Or gemstone jewellery?

“I get the brass part.. But what’s a squire?”

Groggily glancing out the window of the tower as sun beams gently flittered into the kitchen area whilst she was sat at the table scribbling a small note for Peggy. Roseus yawned before taking a long drink of cinnamon coffee getting up and placing the note upon a makeshift memo board. Lugging on her winter coat shortly grabbing the patch work messenger bag before opening the clunky door the frosty brisk air drifted upon Roseus’ face as she shivered even with togged up in winter garments but shrugged thinking once in flight will warm up to tolerate the cold. Carefully taking off from the frosted balcony soon flying over iced trees and roofs over the village.

“Right on time.” Checking the door was firmly shut behind them, Zooz whistled for Trill, who stretched and shook himself off before lumbering out of his shelter. “Alright, we gotta go somewhere good to take off, so follow me.” Gesturing for Roseus to follow, Zooz led the way through the trees to their usual take-off point. “The Raisin ain’t too far from here, so we’ll probably be at the vault by mid-morning, and I’ve packed enough food and water for the both of us.”

Groggily glancing out the window of the tower as sun beams gently flittered into the kitchen area whilst she was sat at the table scribbling a small note for Peggy. Roseus yawned before taking a long drink of cinnamon coffee getting up and placing the note upon a makeshift memo board. Lugging on her winter coat shortly grabbing the patch work messenger bag before opening the clunky door the frosty brisk air drifted upon Roseus’ face as she shivered even with togged up in winter garments but shrugged thinking once in flight will warm up to tolerate the cold. Carefully taking off from the frosted balcony soon flying over iced trees and roofs over the village.

“Right on time.” Checking the door was firmly shut behind them, Zooz whistled for Trill, who stretched and shook himself off before lumbering out of his shelter. “Alright, we gotta go somewhere good to take off, so follow me.” Gesturing for Roseus to follow, Zooz led the way through the trees to their usual take-off point. “The Raisin ain’t too far from here, so we’ll probably be at the vault by mid-morning, and I’ve packed enough food and water for the both of us.”

Sol shrugged his shoulders. “Most of us wind up in communal nurseries. It was… nice, I suppose - about as nice as urban cities can be - since it’s generally the people who actually care about looking after children that end up working there. There were lots of us. Kids, I mean. I don’t know if I really thought about them as family so much as just people I had to live with, though… I don’t really have any strong feelings about anyone I was raised with or by.”

“Aha, um… well…” Marek fidgeted with the hem of their coat for a moment. “They had expectations of me that I couldn’t meet. I knew they’d be disappointed either way, so… I left, because at least here I might be able to be happy. Sorry, it’s kind of a bleak topic…”

“ Sounds like a harsh and difficult time, but if you felt in your heart you couldn’t meet those expectations…let alone compromising your happiness? Then at least you’ve made the brave choice of changing circumstances as its your life and no else’s. And thus far from what I can see…you to be coping quite fine since you’ve been living in the village for a few months now?”

Oh me and Peggy moved into the previously abandoned lookout tower by the edge of the village…luckily there was already some furniture when found it, though the place required a good going over cleaning wise. But now its all comfortable cozy. Its kinda shabby chic to best way describe the interior? Certainly a big upgrade from being use to living in tents before that.”

“ Fortunately Cecil is going to be dropping by soon to fashion up a pulley platform system so guests that can’t fly can visit with out any hitches, haha.”

“I think I could manage to carry you as you seem light enough and I’m fairly strong… probably lugging a tent and camping stuff helped back then, Peggy and me usually took turns with that job.”