>>5809766>>5809790>>5809814>>5809841>>5809938>>5810098>>5810186>>5810194>>5810595"I... found this," you state, passing him the potion you brewed from the near-complete base located in Tenpenny's estate. "Tell me about it."
Amaranth's eyes are alight with the gleam of mirthful memories as he receives the violet fluid and holds it up to inspect it further. "Ah, the Potion of Infertility. I used to make quite the profit brewing these when I served as an advisor for Pasha of Gemcutters, Druzir of the Emerald Drudach, Mostana yn Mehmet el Fadil during my stay in Calimport. He even awarded me the title of Vizar adh Fadil, Alimarif Amaranth yn Edern el Cywir for my work. On one occasion the demand for these became so high that the pasha's entire harem came up to my lab, and-"
He looks toward Emitia, clicking his tongue.
"Pardon me. This... does not feel like an appropriate setting for a humorous anecdote," he sighs, returning the potion to your hands. "In any case, drinking this would render one infertile for a month. I am sure that you could find a use for this, or make a tidy profit by selling it." Your enthusiasm must have gotten the better of you.
The faded texts of that old magician book did not describe the recipe for a 'Potion of fertility,' but instead a 'Potion of In- fertility.' Ultimately, this is of no use to a woman with your unique complications. Resisting the urge to dash the vial across the spotless floor of the All-Faiths hall, you place it in your bag and groan, scowling as you do so. Perhaps you could sell the damnable thing.
Noticing the change in your demeanor, he raises an eyebrow and leans toward you. "Is something the matt-"
"No," you hiss.
