Naruβs feeling intimidated around Sliske had dwindled the more heβd become familiar with the taller being. Hisβ¦ occasionally unnerving nature, as far as the apothecary could tell, was just him/a bit of eccentricity, and not from some intent to do harm. (That aside, it was nice having interesting customers become regulars). The sharp-toothed grin was a bit contagious, it seemed, and one of Naruβs own crossed his features as he led the way back into the shop.Β
With a snip of delicate pruning shears, the apothecary got a sample of the new plant and got to work. Start by comparing it to other fern-like plants he made use of, see if it reacted the same way to certain treatments⦠so many steps before a safe taste test could even be considered. This would take some time.
He cast a glance over his shoulder.
βHowβs your business doing, by the way? Are those blends I gave you working all right?β
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Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Shallow and selfish as he is, Sliske would rather partake in a taste of bloodshed to the gang that bottlenecked Naruβs profits out of enjoyment of death and karma first before the initial idea of aiding the other. Warmongering was in his kithβs blood. Cowardice and picking on the PASSIVE was in line with having it coming, Naruβs likelihood was a lovely addition. He runs his forked tongue over his teeth in thought with an unstable stare at one of the jars, a bad OMEN for sure. The ancient swallows, bitter liquor taste of lantadyme and torstol coats his throat in a numbing way that eases anxiety and ill thoughts. Worry about it later, people go missing everyday, whatβs a few more bodies exsanguinated and wrung into agonizing shapes?
Β Β Β Β Β Pleasant commentary draws him back into a PLACID state, removing the expression of jilted fervor to the tranquility of a talkshow host,Β βOh everything is running just splendid due to your help. The barkeeper was very elated with some of the goods and as was the new chef who plans the menus, sheβs a Dreian too, if I recall correctly. I tend to stay quite hands off β for reasons.β Sliske widens his smile once more and levels it in Naruβs direction.Β βYou should come by one day. Itβs SAFE,β he says with emphasis.Β βA neutral territory haven. Has been since I funneled my time into it. Itβs the Paracosm.β Hard not to miss that place, a massive hostel-bar club that had sprung up with security and opulence; open to any status despite the dark underbellyΒ
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