Chapter 70: A Mohawk
Mist turned to leave, never even turning to make sure the human had followed. He had, and soon found himself being led to one of the small buildings near where he and his wolf were staying.
Mist stepped inside, and Aster followed her through the opened door. When he stepped inside, he saw she was gesturing at a chair in the center of the room.
There was a larger mirror on the opposite wall. The human was a bit uncertain, but trusted the peacock anyway, taking the offered seat. It seemed her kind gesture earlier had won her some of his trust.
Mist went directly to her point.
"There’s something you have that I would like to purchase from you, human. I will well compensate you for your trouble."
Aster gave the peacock a curious look. He had nothing of value on him aside from his armor, and that was back at his bedroom along with his staff, none of which were for sale. The avian clarified for the human.
"Worry not. It’s something simple. What I want to buy from you is your fur. Your "Hair," as your people called it."
Aster laughed loudly in response to the odd request.
"Hahaha! You don’t have to buy that... You can just have some... But I have to ask, why?"
The graceful peacock stepped over to a small table as she answered his question.
"Human fur was used for a large variety of medicine before the fall of man, and since there aren’t many humans left... I mean, any humans left, besides yourself, that ingredient has become increasingly difficult to find. The only option at this point is tomb robbing, and even then, it is nowhere near as potent as a living sample."