[ It seems that the man responsible for his abrupt changes does not appear to be anywhere in sight, come the next morning. He shouldn't be surprised: everything about him had screamed of bountiful lies and misgivings, and while he had known better than to buy anything--
There's a soft scowl on his face as he hangs back, waiting. Much of the townsfolk, gathered around where the cart used to be, chatter among themselves, woeful and worried about their transformations, he hears people calling them. It makes just as much sense as anything else, but like much of the medicine and other potions from back home, he's sure that the effects are only temporary. Even so, he's not quite so pleased to be met with his own: thankfully, it's nothing that anyone can see just by looking at him.
He's considering turning away, heading for a job despite it all, when a man stops him: he's tall, dressed in blacks and reds, and his face is nearly hidden from view, trapped under a mop of hair and a large, curved collar. He doesn't exactly spark the image of trustworthiness, either, but something in him makes him think it might be okay. With a short breath, he shrugs. ]
Yeah, I did. [ Warily, he eyes the stranger, then directs his gaze back to the small crowd in front of them. ] Sold one of those potions to a couple of kids. I got it from them before they could drink any of it, but...
[ Agitated, his arms fold in against his chest, shifting his weight from foot to foot. ] You have some of it, too? Is that why you look the way you do?
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There's a soft scowl on his face as he hangs back, waiting. Much of the townsfolk, gathered around where the cart used to be, chatter among themselves, woeful and worried about their transformations, he hears people calling them. It makes just as much sense as anything else, but like much of the medicine and other potions from back home, he's sure that the effects are only temporary. Even so, he's not quite so pleased to be met with his own: thankfully, it's nothing that anyone can see just by looking at him.
He's considering turning away, heading for a job despite it all, when a man stops him: he's tall, dressed in blacks and reds, and his face is nearly hidden from view, trapped under a mop of hair and a large, curved collar. He doesn't exactly spark the image of trustworthiness, either, but something in him makes him think it might be okay. With a short breath, he shrugs. ]
Yeah, I did. [ Warily, he eyes the stranger, then directs his gaze back to the small crowd in front of them. ] Sold one of those potions to a couple of kids. I got it from them before they could drink any of it, but...
[ Agitated, his arms fold in against his chest, shifting his weight from foot to foot. ] You have some of it, too? Is that why you look the way you do?