Stanislaw had no idea what to do. The weirdly dressed young man that he had just saved had just gone through what looked like an emotional roller-coaster. Currently he was smirking like a madman. Stanislaw waved his hand in front of the young man’s face and said. “Oi… OI! Ya gud yong man?”
His movements were met with a flinch. This guy really must be traumatized to be so scared of human contact. He held out the hand. Another flinch. Whoa. “De name’s Stanislaw.”
After some hesitation an extremely bony, yet weirdly enthusiastic hand clasped his own. The man and wolfs blood was smeared onto his hard palm. Stanislaw pretended not to notice.
“Aaron, thanks” Was the sheepish reply that came from him. Getting a better look at the youth he noticed that the he looked like what anyone would imagine a walking cadaver to be.
“Ya look in dire need of a potin yong Arthur” Stanislaw reached into his pouch and pulled out two vials with red liquid passing them to Aaron.
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A potin?
Oh you mean a potion… wait POTION… as in health in a bottle…Did he just call me Arthur?
Stanislaw pushed the pair of potions into his hands. “’ere jus gimme back de cork n’ glass”.
Fuck it, I’m still losing blood and and injuries like these would take months to heal. Popping the cork on the first vial Aaron started downing its content. Shit, it was meant to taste like cherries, even strawberries would do… but this. A shiver ran down his back. Ueee… Cucumber and spinach, fuck me. I know healthy stuff helps your body but come on… it’s red, RED. Stupid world… getting my hopes up for nothing.
“Jus dunnut choke Aaron, dese shud recover ‘bout 50 Health Points over 10 seconds” Stanislaw commented seeing that he had finished his first potion. “Ya can drink da secon’ one if ya want”
Wait,wait,wait… straight away? This can’t be… no, no, NO! This is way too broken.
“Watcha lookin’ at yungun drink de secon’ one, I insit” Aaron’s hesitation was clearly annoying the hunter.
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I think he meant insist… but why is he giving them to me for free… these are clearly lifesaving items…
“Is there no cooldown? What’ll happen to me if I drink another? Why are you giving them to me for free? These liquids could save your life, I needed the first one… but the second one I can’t take… They must be worth a fortune?” Aaron started rambling, disbelief and a hint of distrust filled his mind to him something like this couldn’t be possible.
“He, he, hehe, heheHE, heHEHA” Laughter filled the clearing. “Clearley ya mus’ be not from ‘round ‘ere, heheha, woooh, wow, aven’t ‘eard anythin’ dat funny since, since… since? I don’t really know. Hmm.”
Aaron’s poker face skills were on point today, giving off major serial killer vibes, well he was covered in blood.
“Aaa… ya serious… aa… I misunderstood… me thought ye was jokin’” Stanislaw paused for a second. “Imma guess ye not from ‘round ‘ere” Glancing down at Aaron’s clothes. “Yep nowhere ‘round ‘ere…”
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Stanislaw sighed. I have absolutely no idea where this Aaron is from, even with my bad memory I’m sure I would have been reminded by the outlandish style of his clothes. He spoke up after a pause. “Right… so… Arthur, imma tell ya what is usual taught ta kidders… so listen carefully”
Stanislaw’s heart had melted after seeing Aaron act like a deer in headlights, he had decided that he was going to take care of him. Don’t really have anything better to do, Frostfall had passed and we’re well into Greensurge. He nodded, it wasn’t like he had any kids to take care of.
He continued, his weird accent much less potent now as his mouth got used to forming words and concentrated on his articulation. “This is the run-down on potin-… potions, so ya- you see what I just gave you was a lower potion, inspect it and it mshould give you all of it’s basic infromation.”
He held up his hand stopping Aaron fromsaying anything. “Hold your horses, let me finish, you mentioned cooldown, no, potions don’t have such a detriment, so long as you have enough you can keep chugging them, although a general limit is around five max, anymore and most people usually throw up, wasting it all, you undrstand?”
With Aaron’s slight nod Stanislaw continued. “You are right in thinking that these potions are life saving, because they are, don’t get me wrong. Yet your valuation is off, wildly. The cost of production is miniscule, just a combination of a Red Bloomflower and the lowest rank monster crystal. This translate to around the cost of four loaves of bread, something that even the poorest of beggars can afford so long as they save up a bit.”
Stanislaw nodded. “Concluding my small lecture. You’ll owe me around eight loaves of bread, now drink up ya cheap bastard.”
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Aaron’s mouth was hanging open, the flood of information that had just come his way was mind blowing. What the absolute flying FUCK is wrong with this hells blasted world… no, no, no… this is absolutely not right, people must not even care about getting injured or falling ill, as all this can just be fixed with the wonder liquid.
Then a scary realisation hit him. “Status.”. This is bad, very, very bad. No, no no. Why fuck. I’m so fucked. Shit, shit, shit…
Never mind treat it…
Do they even know what it is…
He dunked the second potion.
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