Naru’s feeling intimidated around Sliske had dwindled the more he’d become familiar with the taller being. His… 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 Naru’s own crossed his features as he led the way back into the shop.
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.
“How’s your business doing, by the way? Are those blends I gave you working all right?”
𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓, 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒. While waiting patiently Sliske is quick to wink and procure a flask from some hidden hideaway and INDULGE himself in something potent from home; a concentrated and biting mix of another foreign herb known for its properties in magic. The other heavy as a relaxant or sedative, both things that might affect the unique physiology of a Mahjarrat. He purses his lips and burning SULFUR eyes catch signs of old bruises on the Dreian, his eyes narrowing before finding somewhere else to linger. He finds himself in a field of disappointment that his assumptions still lingered and there was naught to be done about it. He’d asked before, and recalled Naru’s timid and dismissive nature easily.
Shallow and selfish as he is, Sliske would rather partake in a taste of bloodshed to the gang that bottlenecked Naru’s profits out of enjoyment of death and karma first before the initial idea of aiding the other. Warmongering was in his kith’s blood. Cowardice and picking on the PASSIVE was in line with having it coming, Naru’s 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, what’s a few more bodies exsanguinated and wrung into agonizing shapes?
Pleasant commentary draws him back into a PLACID state, removing the expression of jilted fervor to the tranquility of a talkshow host, “Oh 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, she’s a Dreian too, if I recall correctly. I tend to stay quite hands off — for reasons.” Sliske widens his smile once more and levels it in Naru’s direction. “You should come by one day. It’s SAFE,” he says with emphasis. “A neutral territory haven. Has been since I funneled my time into it. It’s the Paracosm.” 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 underbelly
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