>>5405497>>5405500>>5405557>>5406087>>5406092>>5407135>The glass decanter from the wizard city.Your mind ignites, a mental gallimaufry of gilded archways and palisades, spires that skewer the clouds, wizards on brooms above like perambulatory birds. “The wizard city! The wizard city! The wiza–”
“Alright. Shut up.” Your fair lady cuts your chants short. She begins to mutter under her breath, a hand on her chin. “Mmm.. I suppose the BUSCHGROSSMUTTER DECANTER would be reasonable enough to get next. We’re still on the borders of the sea, so a wizard city ought to be close. But I’ll have to use the TRANSPECIATION POTION..”
“The transpeciation potion? You’ve got some? But is that not why we’ve done all this?” You cut in, puzzled.
“You think I’d scoff it all down like some thoroughfare drunkard?” Sigrid rolls her eyes. “I always save some near the end should a complication like this arise. It spoils fast, so I can’t produce a stockpile, but what I have left is for last minute emergencies–life or death situations, as you would have it, or social affairs like this. I’ve got an hour’s left of my human body still with me.”
“I see!” You nod, sure enough of your master’s brilliance. “Then you’re to adopt a human form while in the city?”
“It’s just for the transaction. I’ll meet my usual glassblower, LUD CORNWALL, and put the order on credit. It should take just fifteen.. twenty minutes for him to make. Then I’ll retrieve the bottle and we’ll leave. If no complications arise, I’ll need only use less than half an hour of my remaining potion.” She responds. “We should arrive at the nearest come morning if the chapel travels overnight.”
You know well enough about wizard cities–these enclaves for magi alone, where the best of the best wizards and witches ply their trade and practice politics outside the material world. And although very, very, very few can claim the title of GREAT as your master has, wizard cities are known to produce magical legends just a cut short of her renown. POOR YORICK, INGRAINE AN SPRYS, DI NAPOLITANO of the BLACK HAND FAMILY.. all posters you’ve pinned to your walls (just beneath your lady’s, of course).
>Remain en route for the glass.>Consider the dungeon residue instead.>Consider the beard hair instead.>Write-In. 