MISSION NAME: Smol fists
CLIENT: Seisyll Canley
CHARACTERS: Closed. Mint Everett-Bailey Arthur
MISSION BRIEFING: See posts.
Has Seisyll been capable of sight, he would have been staring shell-shocked at the half-empty bottle in Salvatore's hand as the younger fae stood before him. As it was, Seisyll only felt a horrible sinking feeling at the pit of his stomach.
The fae had introduced his newfound kin to his humble apothecary where he provided various herbal remedies and medicines for the community of Rhyolite Village. Practicing alchemy as both his day job and his primary magic type, Seisyll often experimented in the back of the store. Thus there were often vials and bottles of magical liquids sat about.
What he did not anticipate was Salvatore taking a swing from one. All he heard was the sound of sloshing liquid and his face paled.
His normally calm exterior was faltering. "Please don't tell me you just…" He couldn't even finish the sentence.