Chapter 7: Monster
Damon smiled, awkwardly ruffling his head and putting up an act. "I just got lucky. I happened to hear a drunk alchemist bragging about his creation.
Ellora stared at him, one eye squinting as if she were trying to x-ray straight through his skull. "Lucky, huh?" she muttered. "Next thing you'll tell me is you overheard a goblin chieftain whispering the formula for soulsteel in his sleep."
Damon chuckled, playing the part of an innocent newbie with dumb luck. "I mean, if he talks loud enough..."
The old hag grumbled but turned around and began rummaging through her cluttered shelves anyway. Damon inwardly sighed in relief. He knew he was pushing it. He was not sure that this part of the plan was going to work. Thankfully, it did.
A second later, Ellora turned around and slammed a small potion bottle on the counter. "Here. take this and use. I don't want you blowing yourself up out of stupidity!"
[Item: Body Tempering Potion – Uncommon]
Damon's eyes shot up. Fuck. Is she giving me the actual potion?! The reputation points were no joke!
Ellora noticed his wide-eyed reaction and smirked. "What? You thought I'd hand over those ingredients to a brat like you and expect you not to mess it up? One wrong stir, and you'll melt your organs before your strength even begins to awaken."
Damon quickly composed himself, bowing his head in gratitude. "Thank you, Miss Ellora. I won't forget this."