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[TheBiggerFish]

((Heh.  Funny.  Adrik is kind of penniless at the moment though.))

[Culise]

Mirella:
The town's apothecary is staffed by a single young halfling woman, who is setting up a rough table for a counter. Pottery and glass shards, mixed with herbs lie swept into the corner. She looks up, tiredly, at Mirella as she enters the shop. Then, recognition springs up in her eyes. "Hey, aren't you one of the adventurers that saved the temple? I was in there! I can't thank you enough! What brings you to my shop?"

Mirella smiles.  "Thank you, but I was just doing what I could to help.  It was the least I could do.  As for what brings me here, I was looking for restorative or healing potions to help supplement my own magic.  As well, I was curious if you had any ingredients to allow me to restock my healing kit.  Horsetail, aloe, or charcoal, for instance."

[My Name is Immaterial]

Arwen:
Flaconmoon chuckles. "That sure narrows it down."
Ever since his close-encounter with that orb in the cave, Arwen felt... strange. He could feel invisible strings everywhere, wrapping around his every move. Now, he finally realizes that feeling was not combat fatigue, but a web of magical energy, surrounding everyone, invisibly. Gentle tugging at the strings does nothing, but study should reveal something more.

Adrik:
Adrik idly wanders the town as the group wraps up. He passes a group of children playing ball in the burnt skeleton of a house, and they pause to stare at him, before returning to their game. Life goes on, despite calamities.
Adrik is about to move on, when he spots something strikingly blue in one of the ruined houses, reflecting the morning sun into his eyes.

Mirella:
"Of course, I've got a bit. The good news is that the raiders couldn't tell healing salves from dysentery relief. The bad news is that anyone who gets dysentery for a while is out of luck. I've got some healing salves left, and plenty of those three you mentioned.
Let me get them for you." She disappears into the back, and returns with a small pot holding the materials Mirella asked for, and a few vials of a thin, brown liquid. "The ingredients are on the house, but I'm afraid that, as much as I'd like to, I can't just give away the health potions. They're forty gold a piece."

[FelixSparks]

Arwen spends some time experimenting as he walks about town, having left the company of the old priest. Fascinating... What were these?

[My Name is Immaterial]

Arwen:
(Int check: 20+2)

Spoiler: History dump (click to show/hide)

Arwen's uncle, on his mother's side, was the town mage, and was occasionally roped into watching little Arwen and his siblings. The man was not good at childcare, so he had a stack of children's books that he could use to distract them. Arwen turned out to be a fast reader, and kept asking his uncle for more books to read. His uncle finally relented, and handed the six year old child the seven hundred page textbook, "The Mage's Primer". As you can imagine, it was incredibly dense and technical, but Arwen, as tenacious at six as he is now, plowed ahead. He didn't get very far, but he got a great understanding of the Weave.
The Weave is the way through which raw magic is accessed, tapped into and used by casters. The Weave is the way in which magic presents itself to beings for their use, and it flows throughout the world, touching almost every corner or existence, with exception of dead-magic zones. What exactly the weave is... that's a complicated story; it's many things, including the body og the goddess of magic, Mystra, the source of magic, all the studies of casters, arcane and divine alike, and the many energies and forces that exist around the planes. It can be thought of as a "fabric" on which magic is "drawn", and damaging the fabric causes magic to go awry. Casting a spell is equivalent to telling the Weave to rearrange itself to create an effect. Ever since the death of Mystra, a more accurate metaphor, according to the book, is that of scraps of burning crystal tumbling through an endless void, not an actual fabric.
Of course, the book is some thirty years out of date by now, so it might not have the most accurate information. This suspicion is corroborated by the fact that Arwen knows that his uncle was big devote of Mystra. Most people don't worship dead gods.

Arwen plays with the strings very gently, and, after some prodding, stumbles on the right combination of gestures and muttering to toss a small ball of fire. A few tweaks to the formula, and he's spraying fire from his hands. Within an hour, he develops an impressive repertoire; he can throw fire, make REALLY loud noise, fire off bolts of force, shoot lightning bolts, and channel the elements into destructive attacks. Of course, he'll have to try it in action to really get used to casting on the fly.

[TheBiggerFish]

Adrik will move out of the glare and see what or who he can see.

[Dwarmin]

Within an hour, he develops an impressive repertoire; he can throw fire, make REALLY loud noise, fire off bolts of force, shoot lightning bolts, and channel the elements into destructive attacks. Of course, he'll have to try it in action to really get used to casting on the fly.

Johanna had heard a magical barrage a ways off, and rushed to the scene, ready to fight whatever evil demon had shown up and started tossing spells around the village. Instead, she found Arwen.

"...You were a bloody Sorcerer this whole time?" She asked, perplexed. "Yer didn't need any training you clod, you've got the magic in the blood." Johanna said, a bit miffed. "Unlike people who have to work their whole lives to get it..." she grumbled, stalking off.

[Culise]

"Thank you," Mirella said as she accepted pots.  "Regarding the healing potions, I'll take eight, please, if it won't deplete your stocks too much." 

[TheBiggerFish]

Adrik hears the magic going off in the distance but ignores it for the moment.

[FelixSparks]

Arwen stares at the spells he casts in wonder. He could do magic. HE COULD DO BLOODY MAGIC?! He was nearly beside himself when Johanna found him, and shook his head, unable to keep the grin off his face.

"Nah, I know how hard it is to be a Wizard... My uncle was one.... Gave me the Mage's Primer one time when I was six. I'm a fast reader... But I've never been able to see the weave before now, much less interact with it... Why can I..." He pauses, having a flashback to his most recent near-death experience with the orb. ".... Of course... The Orb... But why would it..." He hurries behind Johanna and takes her shoulder in one hand. "I need to study that thing." The wild, determined look was in his eyes, coupled with.... hunger? Yes, he NEEDED that knowledge. Why was he just now able to cast spells, without years of practice? Had he truly been a sorcerer? Shouldn't be, unless it came from his father's side... He needed answers, and luckily he knew exactly where they were. Back at that camp.

[Dwarmin]

"Some sort of aberrant magical contamination, then...you know, sometimes that has uh...side effects. You haven't begun glowing, have ya?" She asked, seriously

[FelixSparks]

Arwen checks himself for magical contamination. "Not that I've noticed..."

[Dwarmin]

"...Still have all your limbs I see...always a good sign...

Anyway, make sure to tell me if anything...weird happens. Right."

[TheBiggerFish]

Adrik continues attempting to discern what he is looking at.
((*attempts edit-based bumping*))

[My Name is Immaterial]

Adrik:
He has to move aside some of the rubble to properly examine it, but it reveals itself to an azure scale, the size of Adrik's hand, with fingers spread wide. From where he stands in the rubble, Adrik can make out a few more fallen scales.

Mirella:
"Of course, ma'am. That'll be three hundred twenty gold pieces. I'll just grab the rest from the back."
A minute later, the halfling returns, arms full of vials, and eyes full of an idea.
"If it's not too much to ask, ma'am, I've been running low on some of the rarer ingredients. I've heard that adventurers often run into valuable herbs and fungi on their travels, so I would really appreciate it you could keep an eye out for some. Here, I've got a list here."
The list is written in the scrawl characteristic of medical professionals throughout the multiverse.

Spoiler: List (click to show/hide)

Horned slugs.
A violet fungus cap. HANDLE WITH CARE!
Roper dung.
Cave cricket legs.
Stalactite water.
Petrified cobwebs.