SAKARIAS
@xraleigh
℞ - Sakarias’s room at the inn was always a mess, dried herbs and papers depicting the herbs and notes and books and empty flowerpots strewn everywhere. Then again, it was little more than a broom closet, really.
Any space not taken up by his bed was his work room. He made medicine. Tonics, remedies, anything that the town needed, he had a potion for. It helped keep the inn afloat, which was really all that mattered to Sakarias.
It felt good, not having to worry. He’d found a world where his siblings thrived. It may not be the world he grew up in, but if they were willing to share it with him, he was more than glad to partake. Being granted his paradise, the least he could do was help out the townsfolk.
After checking on the latest batch of what was effectively hemorrhoid cream – it went faster than he could make it – the wayward dukeling made sure he was presentable and went downstairs to get a head start on making breakfast.
THE innkeeper never sleeps, they say, yet this wayward ADONIS cheats the people’s assumptions. He sleeps from 8 at night to 12 midnight, in where activity tended to be a bit more and a bit less, and he had just finished discussing the next course of actions with his half-siblings regarding the key. Both fair lady and noble lord had departed earlier, leaving their more powerful half-brother to hold the fort that was a gambler’s den.
Upon the sight of Sakarias, Raleigh gave a small chuckle before giving a small wave.
“Well, good morning to you, brother,” he laughed.
