[Tonic pauses in binding up the end of his leg in bandages to let out a short laugh--]
I have an impeccable work ethic, when I'm not entertaining mysterious guests.
[with the hint of sarcasm accompanying "impeccable", he may mean something more along the lines of "unforgiving". he is still thinking of earlier, still trying to wrap his head around the idea of letting himself be comfortable for once.
many of the contents on the shelves are easy to see through their clear containers; herbs, spices, dried leaves, bark, twigs, seeds, fur, small bones, collections of thorns and strange-looking pods and small jars of powders in all different colors. most things in this room have died in one sense or another, but there are a few larger things hidden in jars that may be preserved specimens of some kind. one jar that pings more than the others looks like it's literally filled with small, dried-out newts.
the traces of magic seem about as random as they were in the other room. they seem to be gathered together--clumps of vaguely magical moss all in one jar, a whole tin of something magical near the floor--but it's impossible to say if they were gathered on purpose because of the magic, or because of something else.
many of these things are probably poisonous to one degree or another, but one shelf in particular (mostly filled with small, better-looking bottles) seems to have a stronger pull than the others. it would make sense if Tonic put the majority of his potions for sale all in one place.]
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I have an impeccable work ethic, when I'm not entertaining mysterious guests.
[with the hint of sarcasm accompanying "impeccable", he may mean something more along the lines of "unforgiving". he is still thinking of earlier, still trying to wrap his head around the idea of letting himself be comfortable for once.
many of the contents on the shelves are easy to see through their clear containers; herbs, spices, dried leaves, bark, twigs, seeds, fur, small bones, collections of thorns and strange-looking pods and small jars of powders in all different colors. most things in this room have died in one sense or another, but there are a few larger things hidden in jars that may be preserved specimens of some kind. one jar that pings more than the others looks like it's literally filled with small, dried-out newts.
the traces of magic seem about as random as they were in the other room. they seem to be gathered together--clumps of vaguely magical moss all in one jar, a whole tin of something magical near the floor--but it's impossible to say if they were gathered on purpose because of the magic, or because of something else.
many of these things are probably poisonous to one degree or another, but one shelf in particular (mostly filled with small, better-looking bottles) seems to have a stronger pull than the others. it would make sense if Tonic put the majority of his potions for sale all in one place.]