Farengar glared at the mer, breathing heavily through his nose.
“You’re welcome,” Therion said with a wink, heading out the door.
“Oh, Dragonborn,” Arcadia said in surprise, looking up from Farengar’s alchemy station. “What are you doing here?”
“Robbing the good wizard,” Therion replied with a smile.
“You’re what?” Arcadia asked, looking alarmed.
“Only joking,” Therion said, leaning casually against the alchemy station beside her. “What are you doing here?”
“Ah, I was just looking for Farengar…” she said, glancing at the door to his bed chamber.
“Oh, what business do you have with him?” Therion asked, leaning a little closer, causing Arcadia to flush. “Are the two of you… involved?” he asked, with a touch of disappointment in his voice.
“D-Dragonborn,” Arcadia stammered, looking up at the tall mer. “Um, no, not really. I was, ah, just dropping by to see if he might like an alchemy ingredient I acquired, you see.”
“Oh, really?” Therion said happily. “May I see? I dabble in alchemy a bit.”
“Uh, sure, I suppose,” she said uncertainly, things clearly not going as she had expected. Reaching into her bag she retrieved a shimmering set of wisp wrappings that floated ethereally in her hand.
“They’re quite lovely,” Therion said, placing his hand on hers as he took them.
Arcadia blushed and swallowed, letting him examine the ingredient. “I’m glad you like them.”
Therion quickly placed them in his pocket. “I’ll make sure Farengar gets them, I’m sure he’ll be very grateful for your visit when he gets back.”
“Gets back?” she asked, looking at his pocket, about to demand the ingredient back.
“From the Temple of Kynareth. He seemed quite keen on seeing Danica,” Therion said.
“Danica?” Arcadia repeated. “Not the priestess?!”
“Yes. Perhaps he’s feeling ill?” Therion said.
“Sorry, I have to go!” Arcadia said, looking pale and dashing from the room.
Therion took the wisp wrappings from his pocket and turned to Farengar’s alchemy station. “Dabble” had been putting it mildly about his alchemy skills.
As he put together the antidote, he recalled the last time he had tasted it and sighed to himself. People who used potions and devious means to attain another’s heart or body riled him. He ignored the sick dread that filled him, knowing what the last stage would be like for Farengar. “I still might kill that woman,” he murmured to himself as he worked. “Though that would be poor manners. I wouldn't want to rob Farengar of a little vengeance of his own.”
With the potion complete, he returned to Farengar’s chamber where the wizard struggled futilely to free himself, a small trail of black smoke coming from his palms. Therion shut the door behind him and removed the wizard’s gag.
“UNTIE ME!” he bellowed, before Therion quickly muffled him, placing his hand over the wizard’s mouth.
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Re: Fire and Potions - 4/?
Date: 2014-06-22 08:33 pm (UTC)“You’re welcome,” Therion said with a wink, heading out the door.
“Oh, Dragonborn,” Arcadia said in surprise, looking up from Farengar’s alchemy station. “What are you doing here?”
“Robbing the good wizard,” Therion replied with a smile.
“You’re what?” Arcadia asked, looking alarmed.
“Only joking,” Therion said, leaning casually against the alchemy station beside her. “What are you doing here?”
“Ah, I was just looking for Farengar…” she said, glancing at the door to his bed chamber.
“Oh, what business do you have with him?” Therion asked, leaning a little closer, causing Arcadia to flush. “Are the two of you… involved?” he asked, with a touch of disappointment in his voice.
“D-Dragonborn,” Arcadia stammered, looking up at the tall mer. “Um, no, not really. I was, ah, just dropping by to see if he might like an alchemy ingredient I acquired, you see.”
“Oh, really?” Therion said happily. “May I see? I dabble in alchemy a bit.”
“Uh, sure, I suppose,” she said uncertainly, things clearly not going as she had expected. Reaching into her bag she retrieved a shimmering set of wisp wrappings that floated ethereally in her hand.
“They’re quite lovely,” Therion said, placing his hand on hers as he took them.
Arcadia blushed and swallowed, letting him examine the ingredient. “I’m glad you like them.”
Therion quickly placed them in his pocket. “I’ll make sure Farengar gets them, I’m sure he’ll be very grateful for your visit when he gets back.”
“Gets back?” she asked, looking at his pocket, about to demand the ingredient back.
“From the Temple of Kynareth. He seemed quite keen on seeing Danica,” Therion said.
“Danica?” Arcadia repeated. “Not the priestess?!”
“Yes. Perhaps he’s feeling ill?” Therion said.
“Sorry, I have to go!” Arcadia said, looking pale and dashing from the room.
Therion took the wisp wrappings from his pocket and turned to Farengar’s alchemy station. “Dabble” had been putting it mildly about his alchemy skills.
As he put together the antidote, he recalled the last time he had tasted it and sighed to himself. People who used potions and devious means to attain another’s heart or body riled him. He ignored the sick dread that filled him, knowing what the last stage would be like for Farengar. “I still might kill that woman,” he murmured to himself as he worked. “Though that would be poor manners. I wouldn't want to rob Farengar of a little vengeance of his own.”
With the potion complete, he returned to Farengar’s chamber where the wizard struggled futilely to free himself, a small trail of black smoke coming from his palms. Therion shut the door behind him and removed the wizard’s gag.
“UNTIE ME!” he bellowed, before Therion quickly muffled him, placing his hand over the wizard’s mouth.