The ground creaked uncomfortably as Urgran sprinted inside t..
Added 2021-10-09 15:09:47 +0000 UTCThe ground creaked uncomfortably as Urgran sprinted inside the alchemist shop. Countless rows of potions, pickled monster bits and herbs whizzed past as the Orc desperately tried to find a place to hide, away from the prying eyes of those looking for him. Soon enough he stopped, taking refuge in a small corner, the sounds of his angry mob just outside the window. Urgran didn’t expect this sort of reaction - Usually his kind were accepted, but in this human settlement they seemed to be a little less accepting of outsiders. Maybe arriving at night holding a weapon wasn’t the smartest idea. The angry voices continued, but grew distant, as the Orc let out a sigh of relief. Humans were troublesome for sure, and he realized as he sat there he might be stuck into the early morning where he could possibly slip out of town. The dim streetlamps outside illuminated the edges of the various glass bottles, jars and containers that the Orc could only imagine the uses of. He clicked his tongue, grabbing a smaller vial and looking for any sort of inscription. Nothing. The Orc looked at the unknown dried plant inside… He knew herbs, he thought, surely if he had a sniff he might be able to realize what it was...?
