The scholar noted the prices and ho-hummed as he noted them for later. Thinking of it though, he thinks Grifen can probably make vulneraries cheaper. He spoke up to the young girl.
"You have a surprisingly cheap selection, miss. These usually sell for a bit more in towns, do you perhaps have your own access to the herbs? I have a friend who has a particular interest in crafting healing poultices who may be interested in purchasing a few herbs, perhaps in payment helping you create a few more to shore up your stock or showing how to create the stronger remedies."After the response, Fezz would nod and move on. Perhaps there's more stores or things for sale? The blacksmith wasn't that interesting to him, but... Hm. Been a bit since he's done the signs, but there might be a hidden magic seller here. Small backwater towns tend to be a favor of black-market sellers, not as many prying eyes, people tend to be a bit more forgiving of passing strangers. Just have to find the right symbols, the right markings, particular place, perform the right steps...
Fezz tried to remember how exactly it went, let's see...
A crossing of four... The scholar looked at the ground expectantly, then the houses, then the sky. He licked his thumb and held it up to the sky, feeling the direction of the wind. There was no wind. Well, guess he'd have to do this the hard way. The historian looked down at the ground once more, searching for... AH! There it is, some grooves. He followed them but to no avail. Hm. Perhaps... Oh. He followed them the wrong way. Well, that could of been worse.
Heading in the direction the grooves sent him, he came upon a tree angled west-north-west with the uppermost branch bent... But he couldn't quite see how the branch was bent. He frowned as he glanced around to see if anyone was watching, then with a grunt of exertion climbed the tree to the top. It wasn't easy going, the tree was a frequent target for firewood and kindling during the drier seasons he found out after a few false starts before finally managing to get to the top. He gingerly touched the bent branch and put his head next to it, looking where it was bent. It pointed to another set of houses. The man's silent cheers soon turned to a shriek as he fell out of the tree with a thud.
Ow. Fezz hobbled to the set of houses: three houses positioned that there would be a 'T' of space between them. Oh thank goodness, the last step. The scholar looked at the corners of the three houses that created the 'T', inspecting the indicated eight expectantly. Now then... How did that go again? He scratched at one of the corners, hoping to feel some sort of mark or rune or anything really. There was nothing. The historian sighed. Stupid black-market with their stupid codes and overly convoluted methods. He sat there for a minute in the middle of the crossing trying to remember. Was it left-right-down, left-right-up, down-right... No, that was only for Tuesdays. The mage was pretty sure today was instead Wednesday. ...Thursday? Eh, he'll just wing it.
The mage went up to one corner, touching it gently with a small pulse of magic, then another, then another in a criss-crossing pattern and finally (with a few start-overs) hit the eighth corner. He stood in the middle of the crossways, stared at the door that faced the length of the 'T', and waited for precisely seven seconds. He hurriedly turned around to stare down the neck of the 'T' shaped junction, hoping he did it right.
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