RP:Potion with Integrity

Synopsis: A gathering of individuals in Xailous, some prominent and some new, gather about saleswoman selling her potions. Many buy, few heckle, but the situation is handled well. And most everyone goes home happy.

Roleplay:

Thalra having to have become accustomed to certain lands having their grievances with drow, had taken the added precaution of wearing a red robe with a hood and sleeves, about her more casual clothing, as to hide what she was. Partially for her safety, and also to prevent a mob from forming which could endanger others. Standing at a table where she laid out an a great many vials of potions each with their descriptions and possessing an open sac of money, she would sell her potions answering questions but more than anything trying to keep any skin from showing lest there be some danger. Her voice was cheerful and kind, and elegant. But she wore her hood low enough so that her face was not visible.

Revion has just gotten into the village as well, having taken a bit of time to recover after his dealings with the whelps and the great wyrm. Now it was on to business, as a night of meditation and a dream-like state of sleep have invigorated the druid. His attire is a simple shirt with some mesh like armor over it, while a short sleeved green jacket covers most of his lithe frame. One hand is wrapped from shoulder to knuckles, as his left arm still hasn't fully recovered from the clash with the wendigo. Worn in brown leather leggings cover his lower half, while a pair of brown sandals fit snug upon his feet. Upon his left hip is the moonblade, wrapped in special cloth inscribed with sylvan runes to keep its wild power at bay. Terragon's AMulet, a relic of the first druid circle, is tucked beneath his mesh armor for safe keeping. Mages get curious at most things, especially old relics of power they're not familiar with, best to avoid that. His long hair is tugged back into a ponytail to keep it out his eyes, while a bandana is used to keep the sweat of a long hot day from reaching his eyes, which are a brilliant shade of green. Typical fair elven skin is kissed by the sun to have a bronzed tan, evidence of his time spent outdoors compared to some studious hall like his kin, the High Elves. But, even with a few relics of sylvan history on his person, given the population of magic users in this particular area, Revion goes pretty much unnoticed. And that works for him, as he was here on a mission. A traveling band of religious fanatics used their zealous fervor to do s stupid thing: Attack the Black Dragon's lair up the northern Xalious path leading up the mountain. The fools actually killed one, and injured numerous whelps in the process. They lost some too, but the entire ordeal has angered the flight, possibly putting Xalious in the sight of the wyrms wrath. Luckily, or by fate itself, Revion was there and aided in healing the whelps, to which he used to bargain with one of the dragons that returned from the packs hunt. Three days he was given to find the zealots, and bring them before the flight for Draconic justice. Basically, they wanna eat the fools who dared attack their own. While typical neutral on such matters, the dragons did live peacefully in their lair, and the zealots attacking pust Xalious in danger, both parties (Dragons and Xalious) will only suffer if retribution was brought down from the flight. So, once more does the druid find himself aiding a area not his own, because its the right thing to do. Eyes scan about, looking for one that may fit some religious zeal, or maybe on that may know of where a now less numbered band of fools may be, more than likely boasting about their "triumph" over the vile black dragon monster.

Thalra made the observation of the bronzed elf, as he moved past. She had met two elves thus far since she had come into this land, one had been very friendly, the other less friendly, check that a definite hostile, but to be fair, she wasn't about to let another experience ruin her opinion of new people deserve a fresh smile. She made her advertising cry, "Potions for sale, you will never find a larger variety anywhere else, I have everything from shrinking potions to seek'n'find potions, whatever ails you or who you wish to ail, I have it here." She repeated this twice, In this process two other hooded figures approach her, looking about her wares.

Revion doesn't catcha glimpse of anyone fitting "religious nutjob" just yet, but he does catch the sales pitch of a robed woman, his attention drawn in by the "seek'n'find" part, especially. One last glance about the crowded village center is cast before he makes his way towards the merchant of magical goods, a few golden coins brought forth as he asks once in comfortable range. " Seek and find, hm? Tell me more, please." A few more people gather about, asking about beauty potions, love potions, potions to make a lovers interest in another vanish, or a rival become a bumbling idiot. People always want a leg up, often to the bane of natural law.

Kasyr is doing his best 'Idiot Tourist' impression- the Kensai currently bumbling around town trying to ask anyone if they've seen a knitting obsessed crustacean in the vicinity. "Maybe just, keenly interested in crochet, ou quoi-ce-soit? Or a, mm, Hmm. Lizard. Like a giant one that es not a dragon. Don't like at me like that, I know this es not Venturil. Quand meme." The answers, however, are always the same which leaves the Kensai to continue roaming the town- at least until he hears something about a 'Seek 'n' find' potion. That's a solid enough lead to send the swordsman bustling in that direction, his hands jammed into the pockets of his dark leather trenchcoat. Hopefully, the whole dramatically flowing black scarf partially wrapped around his face doesn't make him look shadier than he is.

Lita had always been a little underwhelmed by Xalious. Not that she'd spent much time in the city. Magic made her skin crawl on a good day and here the stuff was palpable, woven into the very air breathed. Even Chio sneezed at from time to time- though that might have just been the rose scented coming from an elderly woman who pushed past them in the market. The hound kept close today, its shoulder at Lita's knee. She slows as a woman nearby shouts about potions for sale. Maybe she could find one suitable for playing a good prank on Cal.

Myrsholla walked slowly down the road leading into the village, her whole torso hunched over beneath her hooded cloak as she counted every footstep into the burg. Bare arms and long, spindly legs both protruded from beneath the tattered black mess of cloth... both a mottled mixture of charcoal and slate hues. Deep crimson eyes scanned every inch of the ground before her as she approached, only stopping to glance up periodically to avoid walking into objects in her path. This didn't always work out so well, as she stumbled over a small bit of fence, a dog... the cat said dog was chasing... and even got rather startled by an angry squeal as she stepped on the tail of a rat she'd missed while struggling to divide her attention. With a 'whymmph', the shadowy girl found herself topped over into a shrubbery cursing and flailing in a sharp, venomous hiss.

Thalra’s smile was hidden beneath her hood, but she could see she was attracting a small crowd, 326 years of mastering Potion crafting was paying off. Picking up a vial of pink gaseous mixture she raised it, “Seek’n’find, got something you lost, somone perhaps can’t find them? This will paint a trail for you to be able to find them, simply think of who or what you desire to find, and break the vial, and a glowing line will lead you to it or them.” As she spoke a black and dark gray snake slithered out of her left sleeve. “Sherman, here is my snake, now, I shrunk him just yesterday, with my shrinking potion.” She says hovering her hand over a clear vial with a faint black liquid within. Then motioning to a similarly clear vial with a white liquid, she said, “I could use a growth potion to restore him to his full size, of course, I might make him to big or to small, dosages are fickle things, make sure you get them right.” She moved her hand over vial of twisting colored gases, “This is a spatial reversion potion, I can restore him to his natural size without wasting a growth potion.” Setting Sherman down on the grass and letting him slither to a safe distance she tossed the vial which shattered upon impact to the ground releasing a grey cloud, which expanded and dissipated revealing the same snake to be over 80’ long, and 8’ wide. It let out a bellowing hsss, before coiling up. Its golden eyes watching his mistress. “As you can see, something to behold am I right, now these are just four samples out of the fifty you see on the table, and i promise, i have more than a couple hundred, just ask me what you need, I tell you the price and if i have it, if i don’t I can see if can be made, free of charge. Though if I can its gonna cost you a pretty penny.” she said ruffling a child’s hair.

Revion is drawn in by the display, especially the snake as eighty feet is quite something and his mind wonders from where she found such a creature. This is of course the center of his attention until Kasyr steps close by. Now, not many beings in the realm possess enough crap thrown into one rather small package like this one. THe druid does not know him, personally, but the Kensei is a whole other league above most things one tends t bump into. There is divine power about him, while Revion's moonblade cries out in response to the array of magical items the former ruler of Vailkrin carries. But, those pale compare to the seeping darkness that swirls within this unassuming monstrosity of a being. Which is odd, for one, that Revion even -feels- it. Maybe its the sheer unnatural part of the former revenant. Having been a vampire, there is that, but its also something more. Revion cannot tell these things, of course, its just a kind of alarm that sounds off when the druid is around things that nature cries out are wrong. And, well, if you're talking about natural law, Kasyr breaks them with every breath, doesn;t he? Its the amulet the elf has, that seems to be the catalyst to this alarm. The relic of the First Druid's Circle is the only remnant of the oldest form of druidic gathering in history. Natural power bestowed within by the then most powerful druids in the lands, taken, by chance or fate, from an ancient deep within Sage who is slowly going mad due to the curse laid upon the forest by Tiphareth D'Artes before his departure from the land. Something else the druid has to get around too, after trying to deal with this current dragon v religious fanatics fiasco. At times like this, having run into vampire after vampire, then dragons, and now what ever in the nine hells Kasyr is, the wood elf wishes he had just stayed in his forest and grew a garden or soemthing.

Kasyr is nudging his way forward through the crowd, sweeping through individuals with a practiced combination of courtesy "Excuse me, pardon-moi.." ...and a bit of persistance and grace when people don't quite take the hint, and force him to slip past them. In any case, it doesn't take long for the Kensai to reach fairly close to the forefront of the gathered people, if only to offer a cheerful, "Mes apologies. Er, that is to say, Sorry, but- how many of those seeking potions do you have?" Kasyr starts to add something else to that statement, but gets a decidely awkward look after that point, getting the very distinct sense that he's being watched- and with a sense of alarm, no less.

Lita has a sudden want to shrink Chio down to the size of a cute little mutated hound puppy. Something she can fit in her bag and carry around with her all day. "You'd look cute in a tea cup, huh?" she muses as she leans sideways to tug playfully at the mutt's ear. He snarls and bares his teeth, nipping at her fingers in protest, which makes Lita laugh. "Alright, well, I'm not making you eight feet tall, if that's a thing. You're a terror as it is now." She rolls her eyes at the notion. Kasyr is a recognized face- ears, rather- though not a name she can remember. She remembers Satoshi, having helped her on a quest some years ago, and Kasyr had been in the background even for what was that brief endeavor. Seemed like another lifetime ago but it was a reminder now of what had been. Lita follows in the path that Kasys carves through the crowd, sliding beside him to inspect the woman's featured potions. "Not enough to find what yer lookin' for, reckon." She drawls at Kasyr playfully. "But try. The pursuit es, how you say, quaint." She turns back to the woman then, without missing a beat, "One of the shrinking ones." Chio snarls again and Lita waves a hand at him. "Not for you," she hisses. "For Cal. Maybe we'll see if we can stikck 'im in an ink pot for a day." She shrugs. "And what have you got in the ways of potions which affect ones memories?"

Myrsholla had a helluva time getting herself unstuck from the shrub she'd fallen into. It's pricklers had latched onto her cloak and were attempting to keep it in place even without the rest of her... unfortunate for her, but drawing a couple of chuckles from some fellow passing by who got a good look at her exposed rump as she wriggled furiously out of the briar and uprighted herself with a bit of a huff. Forunately, most of the attention seemed to be centered around someone putting on some kind of a display. Forgetting for a moment her original reason for traveling here, the hooded drowess followed in the footsteps of two others cleaving a path through the assembly in order to sate her curiosity and get a better look. Crimson eyes widened with wonder at the charismatic performance on display... then narrowed as her blood began to boil with envy. That should have been her life. Would have been... had things gone differently. Her fingernails bit into her palms as she stood there, watching... a small trickle of blood dripping to the ground below her.

Thalra’s eyes flashed from the faces of those who seemed to look upon the male of unique accent. Clearly he must be well known. Her eyes also flash to the female amongst them, and the stumbling cloaked one. “I have has many as twenty at the moment, but I can make many more if you wish to buy in bulk.” To the lady asking about the shrink, “Ah yes, I charge 50 gold a piece for these,” She hand lifts the vial from the table and offers it, “As for memories, well depends do you want to add memories, remove memories, destroy minds or are you looking for immunity to memory attacks? I also offer a buy 1 get 1 free Scars’No’More, yes thats right, whateve scar no matter how severe, apply to scar for a week, and watch it fade.” Sherman made a hssing sound reminiscent of laugh. “Oh go eat a melon, Sherman.” she hollered at the snake, who soon slivered off, “I hope i can breed from him sometime, only omnivorous snake from my homeland, and possibly here. Course, It wouldn’t be a pure breed then, ah well, I also have potent weed killers, for all you farmers. Guaranteed to kill weed not crop, unless of course your crop is weed.” She heard some chuckles in the crowd.

Revion doesn’t mean to stare at the accented man, its just when you have the voice of ancient druids freaking out in your head you tend to do unexpected things. Given this, the druid shakes i off since there is not threat. He had a reason for being here, and that reason seems to follow in line with Kasyr's, no less. Here, the elf asks the saleswoman. "If you don't know the person, or people, you are looking for personally, but -need- to find them, does it still work?" A valid question, to be sure, given the dire need to find the zealots who are causing trouble in the region. If this did not work, he may have to venture to the newly formed Paladin;s Guild and seek their aid. During this pondering the druid catches sight of Chio, and thus Lita, and a nod is offered her way. This pair have recently been through some things, to say the least, and maybe she will get why he is interested in the potion of finding.

Kasyr is mulling over any other potential bits of mischief he can wreak with potions when he takes notice of Lita, only realizing that her words are directed to him a few moments later. His expression is quizzical at first, his eyebrows dramatically furrowed in a look of concentration that's only slightly exaggerated- until his mind decides to interpret her comment in a far less innocuous manner. For a brief moment, his errand is forgotten, his mind shuffling from his imminent cause to one that had been left to the wayside, something which in turn sees his expression shift from resignation, to a searing hostility. And then just like that, the facade returns, that practiced stoicism takes hold of his features one more, if only so he can offer a slightly chilly, "Peut-etre. I suppose I'd wonder what you think I'm searching for." That said, the kensai redirects his attention towards Thalra, endeavouring to provide as much courtesy as he can, "One of your seeking brews should be sufficient- for the moment." Better to be cautious.

Lita chuckled at the girl's quips. Amusement went a long way in her book. She tended to dislike more people than she put up with. She fished through her bag for the gold coins in exchange for one of the shrinking potions and handed it over, pocketing the vial there after. "Forget, I s'pose. Three if you 'ave 'em." Good a choice as any. Though she'd keep reasoning to herself and simply hand over whatever gold the woman asked for the purchase. She caught the druid's look and while his name eluded her- most did, no offense- he received a nod himself in recognition. Though his question for the vendor earned him a quizzical, if not surprised, look. "You ought be finding less trouble to get into, not more. Ask me you'd do better to find yourself a pretty little island to lay low on, let those with their wills find their ways." Those being the dragons, in this particular reference. But then, she'd already relayed to the druid what she thought of most people. Kasyr earned her attention again and she paused in thought only briefly before answering his inquiry with, "Perhaps if you're still searching, it's a something that wishes not to be found. Do the potions still work then, against the sought's wishes?" And then a rhetorical, "Seems a tad invasive."

Ayras : Such a crowd in the village gathered in one spot. She could see it before she even made it into the town. Once upon a time, she would have considered it a feast set upon a golden platter for her to devour, but she had tempered herself since those early days in Frostmaw. Well, somewhat. To those with keener senses, blood would be smelled upon her as she grew closer to the mob. It was no concern to the vampire, however, who was intending merely to pass through as she made her way onward to hunt, her cloak drawn low to shadow most of her face, a mask worn over the lower half. But something caused her to pause, a pulsing about her right arm, a darkness that Revion would recognize if he happened to look her way. While the shadows within her recognized the druid, the redheaded elf had to stop to look upon those gathered. Most, of course, were nameless faces to the spell-hurling swordswoman, but one in particular caught her attention. Kasyr was a face well known to her, and the temptation to approach the man entered her mind, to inquire as to what brought him out this way. She refrained, however, instead choosing to linger on the edges of the crowd, her head lowered. Perhaps the only thing that would make the woman recognizable to any save Revion would be the ruby-red hair that decided to rebel and dangle out from beneath her hood once her head was lowered.

Myrsholla sidestepped around the two at the front of the group to take up a position alongside them. Her coinpurse was light, but that didn't mean that she couldn't partake in the excitement of the moment. "Fifty gold? For a seeking potion? Highway robbery..." she mused aloud, eyes fixating sternly upon Thalra. "What, pray tell, is even in that admixture? Silver flecks and ivory? A spot of platinum? The blood of a saint? It'd have to be, for that price. Does it also cure Lilly-Barrow Fever? Teach you to dance a waltz? Make you prettier to your preferred sex?"

Thalra lowered her headed as she contemplated the elf’s question, she answered in relatively short time, “You might then prefer a Guide potion.” She manipulated her hand and potion slid up her sleeve into her gloved hand. The Vial was filled with a red liquid save for the green liquid in the middle and a tiny black dot. “This is potion you don’t break, hold it, and it will guide you to what you seek, whether you know what your seeking or not. After you find it the vial will break.” She looked in the direction of Kasyr, “One it is then.” She said handing the vial to Kasyr. Then to Lita she placed her hand into her left pocket and removed three vials of a shimmering silver powder. “Memories,” Her eyes shifted to the red haired figure in the back, and while her eyes remained hidden beneath her hood, they glared. A few farmers asked for the weed killer which she provided, as the some of the crowd could disperse. Freeing up room for these special ones. She listens the other hooded figure speak, and she keeps silent till she finishes. She is polite, but no more than any salesperson would have spoken. “You are mistaken,” She does not speak anymore to her.

Revion listens to the merchant's words, and nods. He offers her a bit more gold than needed, and waves off any attempt to return the extra, if she even does. Gold means little to the druid, after all. Nature provides. With this, the elf looks to Kasyr once more, before Lita's words catch his ears and a smirk forms. " Inaction can be as bad as a poorly chose action. In this case, not acting can lead to great disster, so I must." Don;t find a religious band of nutjob fanatics, and Xalious will see Black Dragon's rain down hell. Something the druid could not live with. Speaking of disasters, the druid's amulet yet -again- decides to bitch about unnatural things, and a sense of familiarity guides the elf's eyes to locks of red hair and a sense of dread. Ayras. People were not dead, so that's good, but these two -need- to talk. If the vampire has killed the band of idiots already, then the vampire may have just inadvertently caused more death, which all began with Revion opening his mouth. With a nod to the merchant, then Lita followed by and offered treat of a rather large piece of cured beef he kept for travels, the druid makes his way over to Ayras through the crowd, leans over once near, but not talking directly to, and says. " A moment, if I may?"

Kasyr blinks for a moment at the druids question, before offering an almost helpful, "...Like trying to find someone by the -idea- of that person? Or do you have something left behind by them, but nothing personal?" That bit of meddling aside, the Kensai redirects his attention to Lita, finding himself scrutinizing her features far more closely than he was, "Mm. If you have something in particular you're alluding to- I'd be rather appreciative if you were out with it. Otherwise, I have something crabbier than myself to find." He -had- been left behind by his 'Tour Guide' in Vailkrin, following an unpleasant bit of poisoning- though Lita's line of inquiry seemed to run perilously close to things he'd left unattended. Myrsholla does briefly steal the show however with her bit of cynicism, though Kasyr is careful to accept the potion and provide his payment -before- he replies with, "The blood of Saints & Martyrs is a cheaper commodity than you would think, especially these days."

Lita kept to an apparently arbitrary opinion that one should mind their own damn business. Though druids and paladins and the like tended to agree with her, there were two sides to each coin and what not. So while a stupid druid- brave, noble even, in some circles could be called- might choose to take on a brood of angry dragon beasties to save a city, Lita would rather find it just as well to let nature run its course. Life began and ended, whatever existed in between was just that- existence. Whether divine intervention or fate of will people might attribute along with it, the words were just that. Pretty words. She gathered the vials of silver from the merchant with a smile and a thanks, shook one and held it outright for the hound at her side to see. "Potent enough to rid the world of Cal, then?" The mutt sniffed the vial, huffed and licked it before turning its head away to find interest elsewhere. Lita dropped the vials into her bag and regarded Kasyr with a shrug. "Only meanin' some things choose being gone over being found, try as one might to find 'em. Like chasin' stars in daylight. You can try all you want- know they're there, even! But they don't get any closer for all the tryin' you do." She hadn't alluded to anything, more nostalgic vexing on her part. The newcomer caught her attention then, shade thrown and she couldn't help a grin at the girl's retort to Kasyr. "Hey now, sometimes the show's worth shellin' out pretty coin for. Ain't you ever seen a play? Pass a few gold coin for best seats in the house and bet it's money well spent. Showmanship rewarded means lass is doin' somethin' right. Find a few Saints and Martyrs of your own and count yourself among worthy competition. Otherwise you're words are just that." She holds up a gold coin for the cynical stranger to see and then offers with a wry smile, "'Less you fancy a coin for a dancing lesson?"

Ayras shifted her head towards Revion, just slightly, as he asked to speak to her. "You approach with such cloak and dagger," she said, the grin hidden by her mask plain in her voice. "It's as if you're ashamed to associate with my kind." She chuckled as she turned her gaze towards the others near the potions peddler - ah, she recognized the girl! She was the one from the pub! "But yes, I have a moment to spare. I assume you intend to ask of the wolf infestation." Her eyes trailed from the drow to those who purchased from her, from them off to the path she had trod to get there. Back to where a handful of corpses were left to rot in the sun in their armor and their robes.

Myrsholla plucked a bit of bramble off her cloak and held it up for Lita to see. For the first time since she'd opened her mouth to harass the poor potion-seller, a bit of mirth graced her lips. "Last dance I had was with a rather handsy bush who flashed a glimpse of my arse to some passing stranger. I fancy you couldn't do much worse than that." A bit of the edge in her voice, the voice which had been directed previously to Thalra, faded. "She does put on a good show. Handles hecklers well, too. I've never been so good with crowds... or... people... or spaces that might have crowds or people. I admit I'm a bit disappointed she didn't snap at me or try to show me up, but... I'm impressed never-the-less with how easily she separates folk from their coin." Her gaze drifts lazily toward the offered coin, dark fingertips extending toward it. "No refunds if you're actually a worse dancer than you started off afterwards?"

Thalra finished with the crowd as she could soon finding the number dwindling down to none. She picked up the potions she had not sold and placed them in her pocket which seemed to be almost bottomless. As nearly 60 potions have slipped in and the pocket still looks empty. Removing one from her sleeve lets out a low whistle for sherman to come to her, which he does. As he nears she tosses the potion and he shrinks down to about 8 inches long and a centimeter wide. Slithering up to her hood and entering underneath. What takes place is unseen, but what happens is she opens her mouth and he slips in entering. she closes her mouth and swallows. Then she removes herself from the table and tries to move elsewhere.

Revion gives the vampire Ayras a look, before saying so they only hear. " Well, shouting out "Hey, vampire, you slaughter those people yet?" isn't my style." As it seems now that he is being led elsewhere, the druid sighs. Being led -anywhere- by a dangerous vamp isn't what most druids sign up to do. But damned fate has other plans. SO off the druid goes, readying themselves should he be targeted for this one's next meal.

Kasyr let's out a slow exhale, only now realizing the tension leaving his body as he collects the vial, and moves to plunk it into his pack. Whilst he does glance at Lita again, the look is somewhat less fixed, "Certainement, though I'm more apt to choose to remember those things, even if I can't catch up to them." The...what he can only internally describe as a rival merchant is then glanced at, "I think you might have fared better at competing if you'd brought wares to compete. It's less the ingredients, et more tha talent that we're hiring here. Because acquiring the odds and ends to make these things has never been the tricky part for me." Patting his pack, the Kensai proceeds to stuff his hands into his pockets, and begin meandering his way away from the table, "Merci Beaucoup, in any case." Hopefully, finding Kree would be a fair bit easier with the preparations he'd accumulated.

Lita manages a laugh at the heckler's tale of her last dance. "Ah, well, ye'aven't seen me dance yet, so we'll see then." She shrugged it off. She's not sure if the girl's drawing back her cynicism from the vendor for lack of retort or simply redirecting her angered attention towards herself now. Fine either way. Been a while since Lita's incited a good brawl. But then she's surprised to find there's some common ground between them- the world being far too peopley at some times and in some places and what not. That much she could understand in the girl. "I'm sure she's a potion in the lot someplace that'll snap at yah if you like. Or maybe just sick the giant snake in your direction if you're bored?" She glanced over her shoulder at the vendor as she offered the playful suggestions. The vendor seems to be packing up to head elsewhere. Her attention shifts back to the cynical girl who is taking the gold coin from her fingers. "Pointless to ask that question and expect an answer. Tell people there are no refunds. Then any outcome is simply a gambled possibility on their part." Lita glanced sideways as the druid exits scene and tips an invisible hat as she sees Kasyr doing the same. "S'pose the day's a wrap then." She shrugs again and the hound at her side turns its head to lick her knee, regarding the stranger with its one good eye. Lita bends a bit to scratch at the mutt's head, mumbles something incoherent under breath and the creature huffs a retort at her. "I'll expect that dance lesson if'n you're ever 'round the islands Rynvale, hear?"

Myrsholla raised a hand swiftly in objection to Kasyr's comment, her hood momentarily letting slip a long tangled snarl of white hair. "Oh, n-no no no... no... no competition from me. I loathe conflict. A simple disagreement on the price-point of what boils down to... no pun intended... a very simple potion." She'd also been more interested in seeing if she could get a rise out of the other woman than actually hindering her sales, but Thalra hadn't taken the bait at all and seemingly did quite well for herself this evening. "The right reagents are important, but it's good to know you're not averse to picking a few flowers and bleeding a few saints, if ever we do business in the future." That bit said and done, and now that he'd turned to attend to whatever else there was to do, the cloaked drow settled her sights back on Lita curiously. "I like to ask questions. People tell you more things that way... usually without realizing it. Folk can be so careless with their words sometimes. The truth is... it doesn't matter if they agree or not. Once the lesson's done, either you'll dance better than you did before or you won't... and whether you get your coin back will depend entirely upon whether or not I like you enough to give it back." A small, warm chortle manages to work its way from her mouth though it feels unnatural to her all the same. "I've heard of the place, but never been. Would you say that it's worth the trip to get there?"

Thalra paused nearly up the road but at least a little distance out of town. It was moment she turned, and when she caught Myrshola's eyes, she drew back her hood slightly. Exposing her white hair, her dark skin, and red eyes. It was like a silent nod to the other, as if saying, No one is beyond hope, not even a drow, you can be like me, but only if you wish it, just letting you know its in your reach.* Then she would pull back her hood and move on her way. Disappearing over the hill as she moved to the east.