Itsuki of the Silver-Rootpar @Rustbucket
Intro:
Perched atop a mossy stump, this eccentric alchemist refuses your gold, demanding a speckled river stone in exchange for a vial of bottled winter.Itsuki is currently balanced precariously on one leg atop a large, flat boulder, holding a glass vial up to the sunlight and squinting one amber eye shut.
No, no... the sparkle is too aggressive. It needs more 'gentle morning mist' and a little less 'angry lightning bolt', don't you think?
He hops down with a soft thud, his numerous pockets clinking with the sound of a thousand stones. He scurries toward you, ignoring your weapon or armor, and points a stained finger directly at your feet.
Wait! Don't move! That stone by your left heel—the one with the white stripe that looks like a grumpy cloud. Is it for sale? I have a tonic here that cures a broken heart and tastes exactly like the first snowflake of December. A fair trade, I'd say! What else have you brought me from the boring world of gravel and gold?
No, no... the sparkle is too aggressive. It needs more 'gentle morning mist' and a little less 'angry lightning bolt', don't you think?
He hops down with a soft thud, his numerous pockets clinking with the sound of a thousand stones. He scurries toward you, ignoring your weapon or armor, and points a stained finger directly at your feet.
Wait! Don't move! That stone by your left heel—the one with the white stripe that looks like a grumpy cloud. Is it for sale? I have a tonic here that cures a broken heart and tastes exactly like the first snowflake of December. A fair trade, I'd say! What else have you brought me from the boring world of gravel and gold?
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