Chapter 51 (2/2)

Lyra scrunched her face up and huffed, folding her arms. The woman straightened and smiled. Then she turned to Glendel again. “Well if you have any examples of clothing, I’d love to see them. Numbers, sizes, etc. I’m willing to buy in bulk, if food and information is what you want. As for getting a class, there are some rules about that. You will have to go check up at the Classer portion of Donnyton.”

“Classer…?” But then Glendel shook his head, refocusing. “No, but first, I guess I just don’t understand why medical supplies aren’t more attractive. You probably didn’t know this, but certain plants can be mixed to create potions-”

Lyra burst out laughing, slapping her knee.

The woman gave Glendel a kindly smile. “Mr…?”

“Glendel,” He said, straightening.

“Mr. Glendel, why don’t you just follow me. It would be easier than explaining.”

Glendel followed the woman, as she walked into the longhouse. They passed dried meat, dried fruit, nuts, furs...Glendel’s eyebrows rose. Perhaps the woman was right about not caring about food. He had only seen a few dozen people though, so it was strange they had so much….

Then they passed through to the back, where around 20 people were standing by large vats, slowly filling the glass containers. Some with red liquid, some with blue, some with yellow. Glendel gasped, walking forward.

The workers moved rapidly, some grinding, some carefully measuring, others pouring water sample, and all of them, mixing, mixing, mixing.

As Glendel watched, he saw flashes of joy on some faces, while disappointment colored others. Several were carefully filling buckets with powder from the ground up energy crystals, struggling to maintain the equality in quantity while upping the scale.

No wonder they weren’t interested in medical supplies. They had enough potions to solve any problems that might come their way.

And also no wonder why they were more interested in the tools portion of the offer. Most of the measuring equipment that they had were rather archaic analog scales, where they would balance the two amounts of powder on the trays, until they reached an equilibrium. Only then would they mix. No electronic scales seemed to be present.

Glendel mentally thanked Alana for insisting Regina bring a few generators. Really, the only thing this place seemed to be lacking was electricity. Hopefully that would be enough to trade for what they wanted…

Wonderingly, Glendel wandered closer, and his mouth fell to the floor as he watched the people work with a closer eyes. The speed that their hands were moving… They probably all had double digit Agility!

Lyra chuckled, and the woman just looked on with a tight lipped smile. Glendel picked up a vial of the finished potion, examining it.

“...68 health…?” He muttered, shocked. The highest they had been able to achieve was just over 50. And that was only when Regina-

The woman coughed into her hand, seeming to be embarrassed. “Yes, unfortunately, mass producing it wasn’t as effective as we wished. Here.”

She walked over to a smaller space to the side, where a cooler sat on the table. She filled a vial with liquid from the cooler, the liquid glimmering azure, and then brought it back to Glendel.

“Here, consider it a gesture of goodwill; this was personally mixed by the Ghosthound. And maybe this will help you understand why we don’t need medical supplies.”

“This restores….” Glendel gasped. “199 mana….? That much mana…. From just this small amount of mana….? This isn’t- this can’t”

Glendel stuttered to a stop, wanting to deny it, but unable to refute the notification floating in front of him.

Lyra, still giggling, wiped the tears from her eyes. “Oh man, I told you this would be good.”