Leila Vergious • Golden Phoenix • C Rank
Once again in the small humble town of Altera, the now black haired maiden simply walked the streets with little care in the world itself. How come she found herself back in this place even though she planned to move on ahead? Well, there was a certain flyer she managed to find on the streets, one that intrigued her quite a bit. So while her father was preparing everything they needed to leave in the nearby Inn, she swiftly moved across the old looking streets in search of a very specific house. She was glad this town was still doing alright, considering a local hospital burned down not too long ago. Perhaps that was yet another reason for her to stay for just few days more than usual, so that she could see the aftermath of it all. She already chipped in by helping gather herbal medicine that helped those who were injured in the flames, but unfortunately that was about all she could actually do. Not exactly well versed in healing or medicine at all, she just hoped that the people of this place could pull through on their own.
Surely they could. After all, this was hardly the first disaster that happened to this place. And it likely wasn't the last either. In any case, the disguised girl finally found herself standing in front of a house that could be described as... strange, to say the least. Even looking from afar, it was oddly crooked and tilted to the side, leaving one wondering how come it hasn't collapsed on it's own yet. The front looked somewhat normal, safe for the fact that it was horridly unkempt. The local flora was even starting to reclaim the wall around the door too. Well, as long as it was possible for one to enter and leave, all was probably well. This was the home of a known alchemist, or at least known by the locals, named Decoctor. An odd name that accompanied it all. Apparently he required help with gathering of very specific materials and ingredients for his potions. Seeing how the girl already gathered something for this place, there was really no reason for her to not help with this as well before she would leave. But this time, she also wondered of someone else would maybe show up for this contract, seeing how the flyers were in public spaces and available for anyone who would walk by.
"Well, even if not, I could always ask father for help. He's probably already done with the packing and mighty bored in that empty room..."
Somehow, the female failed to realize she was actually talking to herself out loud. Perhaps this whole adventure already started to affect her sanity in some way. Or more likely, it was just a trait she had developed over the year in Fiore when she kinda felt lonely most of the time, especially after all of her relationships kinda started crashing to the ground. But oh well, no point in trying to figure things like that now. Still curious, she placed her hand on the door handle and pushed the wooden frame open.
- Leila's disguised form:
Word Count: 526 / 3000
Tags: @Imai
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