Author: Sociable Hermit
Category: Reincarnation
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"This is an outrage!" the alchemist screamed through the sun-filled walkways of the outer castle. As he walked by the man’s side, Corco looked past him, down onto the port city. The tall houses of the merchants, red roofs vibrant in the sunshine, spoke of the port city’s prosperity. Truly one of the nicer places on Arcavia, at least from a distance. In another world, it might have been considered a must-see tourist attraction.
"Outraaage!" Hieronymus raised his voice even higher, which slumped Corco’s shoulder. Even Brym who had run up ahead turned around and watched in curiosity, the bag of props still clutched in his arms. It seemed like ignoring the alchemist wouldn’t be an option, so the prince looked towards the quack chemist with the long beard. Before he could answer though, Brym had already done it for him.
"What is an outrage, Master Bombasticus?"
"I will tell you, boy. I am the great Hieronymus Bombasticus, not a jokester who would perform tricks in front of others!" Again. Once again the alchemist complained about his role in their stage acts. They had the same discussion every other city they came through. Still, it was a routine the alchemist insisted on. As always, Corco would play along, just to placate the man.
"Look, you remember the deal we made in Etra, right?"
"..." an uncomfortable look was on his face as his head turned to the side to look out into the sunshine. They left the outer walkway of Eniila Castle and made their path through the outer gardens. Rather than a garden, it was a random assortment of wild grass, flowers and trees. Another sign of the unsophisticated nature of the Arcavians, Corco thought.
"Okay, my turn then," the prince answered for the silent alchemist, "You were willing to give us access to your equipment. We used your still, but you really shouldn’t have stuck around to make sure we don’t steal anything... which we could have done either way, what with three knight-strength men on our side and the one skinny alchemist on yours. Now it’s too late for regrets. Now you know the way to make the brandy, at least somewhat, and we can’t just let you go."
A snort from his left interrupted Corco.