Ascension of the Primalist [A Tamer Class, LitRPG]

Seth fell into step behind Professor Reat, the man's dark instructor uniform gleaming in the sunlight as it contrasted with the dull clothing of the people around them. The man navigated Trogan's marketplace with ease, his long strides never breaking and forcing Seth to hurry to keep pace. The professor glanced over his shoulder to look at Seth and sighed.

"I know you have your secrets," he began, his voice low enough not to carry too far though high enough to be heard despite the merchants hawking their wares around them, "but you could have at least kept me in the loop. I spent the last week calling in favors I didn't have to find a solution for your eye problem, only to find out your Alchemist friend just… made you a potion."

Seth ducked under a low-hanging awning. "I didn't even know a potion like that existed. I just asked the Wandering Merchant we use as a middleman to see if he could find something to conceal them, and apparently Ma—uh, the Alchemist took it from there."

Professor Reat fell silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the crowd ahead while the tight line of his shoulders seemed to relax. "Fine," he finally said, weaving through the river of people. "We'll still need an excuse for you to suddenly change eye colors before the skirmishes."

Seth pulled the small wooden box from his pouch, lifted the lid slightly, and snuck a glance at the vial of shimmering emerald liquid to cast Intermediate Identify.