Hidden Depths

The noon-day autumn sun was bright overhead, but as the alchemist ventured farther and farther into the glade the light became more and more dappled and the temperature dropped to a fairly reasonable and pleasing level. Rolling up his sleeves, the alchemist breathed in deeply. The air here was warm and heavy with moisture and smells and tastes that he didn’t quite recognize. That was precisely what brought him here though. Having just agreed to supply the Rathskeller with some of his signature liquors, Remi needed to find the botanical supplies that would allow him to make his drinks. And so he found himself in this new place. With charcoal stained pants and a whistle on his lips, Remi meandered without much thought or purpose through the glade stopping occasionally when he found a grouping of plants that he recognized, and more often than not, ones that he did not. remi Trying to teach my common sense to not waver with my confidence