“It’s a kind suggestion, Erzotol… but I’m afraid that won’t do in this case…” Sr. adopted a very serious atmosphere, as he rose and disappeared into the back of the tent. Mortemor Jr. was suddenly nervous. she felt as though the empty first aid kit was the straw that had broken the camel's back; and she feared what her father would do. Of course, she should have been afraid of what her father was going to make her do.
“Now… Take this… and this.” Sr. quickly reappeared from the back of his tent, toting a field journal; bound with twine and slightly soiled, and a cutting knife. He placed both objects in Mortemor’s hands.
She stared down at her palms than back up at her father, wondering what he expected of her, and fearing what the knife was for. “You may not be able to find everything, but Endrykas is a rich region with lots of vegetation… go find the herbs on the list and bring them back…” Mortemor Sr. flipped open the book in Jr.’s hand as he spoke, and opened it to a specific page entitled “Herbs of Endrykas.”
Mortemor Jr.’s eyes went wide. “But why can’t I just go--”
Sr. cut his daughter off with a swiftly raised hand, halting her in mid sentence. “You will go, because next time… I want you to remember to pack the herbs… understand.” By her father’s inflection she could tell he was dead serious, and if she protested or disobeyed this time, she’d probably end up walking home… or eating nothing for the next few days… or sleeping outside in the wild!! ‘Oh no! I better do what he says…’ Mortemor chewed at her finger tips unsure of what to do. It was her father who jolted her into action.
“Get going… it will be dark soon.” Sr. settled right back down into his chair, ready to share another drink with his new Drykas buddy.
Wide eyed, and heart racing; Mortemor Jr. fearfully turned and left the stall, heading in the direction of the Endrykas grasslands.
It was only when Jr had left completely did Sr. spring to his feet and grab a small purse off the shelf; shoving the leather pouch into Erzotol’s wide palm. “Here, please take this! I know we’ve just met, but I’ve always trusted the drykas; please take this as payment, and watch out for my Mortemor. Just make sure Jr. doesn’t get lost or injured… ” The older man swiped a concerned hand through his salt and pepper locks, sighing heavily.
“Morty just hasn’t learned how to truly appreciate things yet… this is just suppose to be a learning experience… besides the brat could use some exercise; hell, I’d probably have an easier time getting set up by myself…” Sr. frowned and rubbed his chin. “I know Morte can be a handful, but… you don’t have to let Jr. know you’re there.” Sr. winked as though hinting at stealth being a good course of action. “So what do you say? Will you help me out? I’ll pay you the other half when my youngin’ returns.”
Planing!lol now Erzotol has the opportunity to make Morte’s herb gathering experience a living hell XD
“Now… Take this… and this.” Sr. quickly reappeared from the back of his tent, toting a field journal; bound with twine and slightly soiled, and a cutting knife. He placed both objects in Mortemor’s hands.
She stared down at her palms than back up at her father, wondering what he expected of her, and fearing what the knife was for. “You may not be able to find everything, but Endrykas is a rich region with lots of vegetation… go find the herbs on the list and bring them back…” Mortemor Sr. flipped open the book in Jr.’s hand as he spoke, and opened it to a specific page entitled “Herbs of Endrykas.”
Mortemor Jr.’s eyes went wide. “But why can’t I just go--”
Sr. cut his daughter off with a swiftly raised hand, halting her in mid sentence. “You will go, because next time… I want you to remember to pack the herbs… understand.” By her father’s inflection she could tell he was dead serious, and if she protested or disobeyed this time, she’d probably end up walking home… or eating nothing for the next few days… or sleeping outside in the wild!! ‘Oh no! I better do what he says…’ Mortemor chewed at her finger tips unsure of what to do. It was her father who jolted her into action.
“Get going… it will be dark soon.” Sr. settled right back down into his chair, ready to share another drink with his new Drykas buddy.
Wide eyed, and heart racing; Mortemor Jr. fearfully turned and left the stall, heading in the direction of the Endrykas grasslands.
It was only when Jr had left completely did Sr. spring to his feet and grab a small purse off the shelf; shoving the leather pouch into Erzotol’s wide palm. “Here, please take this! I know we’ve just met, but I’ve always trusted the drykas; please take this as payment, and watch out for my Mortemor. Just make sure Jr. doesn’t get lost or injured… ” The older man swiped a concerned hand through his salt and pepper locks, sighing heavily.
“Morty just hasn’t learned how to truly appreciate things yet… this is just suppose to be a learning experience… besides the brat could use some exercise; hell, I’d probably have an easier time getting set up by myself…” Sr. frowned and rubbed his chin. “I know Morte can be a handful, but… you don’t have to let Jr. know you’re there.” Sr. winked as though hinting at stealth being a good course of action. “So what do you say? Will you help me out? I’ll pay you the other half when my youngin’ returns.”
Planing!lol now Erzotol has the opportunity to make Morte’s herb gathering experience a living hell XD
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