6.52 - Newer Stills
Theo stood in the Marsh Wolf Tavern, looking over the glazed eyes of what few patrons had come in. He drummed his fingers on the counter, finding Xam in a similar state. Given time, she produced decently cooked food that would be good enough for the morning. After paying, he headed out and jumped with shock. He let out a breath, looking up at the muscular form of Zarali looming over Broken Tusk. Averting his gaze, he rushed to the manor to deliver breakfast.
Rowan and Sarisa had crawled out of bed, but were still on the floor, groaning and clawing at the floor. Theo placed a bowl of soup by each of them, setting out food for himself and Tresk at the table. Neither of them were as bothered, but they hadn’t hit the mead as hard as the others. It was a matter of volume or Vigor. The alchemist took his seat at the table, spooning soup into his mouth.
“Let’s not visit more dreams,” Theo said, shaking his head. “I won’t soon recover from Fenian’s mind.”
“Yeah, that elf is freaky.” Tresk tipped the bowl back, eating her soup in one go.
“Did you see Salire at the party?”
Tresk shook her head then shrugged. “Once. She was plastered pretty early.”
“That might have been the correct strategy. I thought it went well. Right?”
Tresk shrugged again. “No one died. So, yeah. Good stuff.”
Theo was hopeful for Throk’s productivity today. He wasn’t at the party, so hopefully he wasn’t hungover. There were many things to consider from the recent change, but something that was unaffected was his golems. The alchemist’s army of golems was still going strong, doing their work without a care. He still needed to consider what it meant to work with his [Tero’gal Greenhouse], but perhaps he would now have enough time. The rate of growth within the greenhouse was slower, and there were fewer spaces. Also, there were no upgrades.