Can you brew me an ale? {open}

For hours he had been there in his study room being busy with brewing several potions and poisons. And he was halfway there to find the perfect mixture to use for diseases but also poisons to light pains for the injured and when someone was sick and wanted to “end” their miserable lives. Satisfied he placed the purple mixture on the table and scooped it over in a smaller bottle. Hmm not good.. not good.. he gasped. Placing a shell on top and closed it so it would not get spilled by maids who will clean the room. Sometimes they could be so clumsy. He also preferred not to have too many cleaning sessions in this room but sometimes he must.

For Trystane Alchemy was a form of art brewing potions and poisons by combining ingredients with matching effects. Initially, you don't know the effects of ingredients and must discover them by eating ingredients, reading recipes, or brewing them into potions or try them on other people. Alchemy was always something he was fascinated about. Creating different colours, mixtures and ways for perfect solutions. The mixture of different substances, herbs and powders was something he had been doing for years.

The days were long seemingly endless as time drifted by one day bleeding into another all too easily. It had felt as such for as long as he could remember his self-imposed solitude spent traveling as he had always done since birth. Except for one time but the memories of that period in Trystane his life were best spent avoided rather than dwelled on. After all even now they still were like daggers to his heart, and although the wounds were shallow ones compared to the deep lacerations before it was still the pain that was still strong enough for him to shy away from it. Even he could not run from it forever because in the end it always caught up at some point. No matter what he did. Oh he hated himself in those moments. He hated how weak it made him.

A soft sigh ran from the mans lips as he stayed focussed on the mixture in front of him. He decided to go on with the mixture until he finally found the right solution. Trys put some absint in the mixture and it started turning green in a few seconds. Even though he had his title as a duke for a few years right now. Poisons where still one of his daily business. And he had spend enough years of studying that he could call himself well skilled. As the mixture was done he smiled a bit. "What a bit of absint can't do”. He talked to himself as he picked a flower from the vase and put it into the bottle, it immediately turned grey and death and as he watched the transformation a soft smile and grin of statisfaction could be seen on his face. "Finally, now I need to write this down before it is erased from my system”. As the man put the bottle on the table he started writing down the ingedrients. As he looked at the paper with a bit of a worried face he came to the conclusion that it missed something. Some "special" ingredient that needed to be fixed before he could continue. Trystane stood up and commaned his servants to saddle his horse. And once that was done he moved himself to the center of the city.

Brightwater keep was always busy. Especially in the middle of the day and evenings could be even more crowded. He stopped the horse in front of the tavern and made his way down the horse. Letting his hand slide through his hair for a moment to turn his gaze around.

Open. NL reageren mag ook <3

As soon as he got down the horse he patted the horse on it’s neck and then tightened the reins around the stick. In the corner of his eyes he saw another silhouette appear. So he lifted his head and saw the lady appearing. He nodded slowly and watched her go inside.

Not too long after that Trys followed the lady and saw the Inkeeper standing behind the bar. Good day Bard, how are you doing today? he greeted him as if he was a friend. And in fact he was. Trystane always go to this tavern for the different herbs when he needed them. And Bard had proven him time and time again that he was loyal to him. Can you get me some hemlock today? He asked him with a soft smile. The man in front of him nodded and moved himself to the back on the tavern. Where a lot of pots and test tubes where displayed.

Trys turned himself around and looked around the tavern. Even now, on a hot day like this it was crowded. Crew members where already drunk and entertaining themselves with the ladies. But one lady got his attention. The lady he had just seen outside. He saw her going in but didn’t bother to make a talk with her. He was a bit curious though. She had a small drawing notebook with her and seemed very busy with it and as he saw her looking around the room he corners of his lips curled a bit up. He tried to point his gaze on the notebook, curious about what she was drawing. But it was too far away.

As Bard appeared again with the herbs he needed he offered him the gold and put the herbs in his pockets. But the lady still got his attention. He had never seen her around here so she might be travelling. As he turned himself around again he made his way towards her table Seeing anything you like already? His voice was curious with a hint of exciting in it.