Damn you, writing block! Seriously, this chapter... it was impossible to write, so it is SUPER-SHORT. It's basically just filler, sorry, and Aqua isn't in it yet, like I promised, sorry!
I hate you, hard-to-write chapter!
Vouch VanDermeer's weaponsmith was the best in the country, where Necromancers came to get their shadow-weapons smithed, where the Cleavers had their scythes made, and where ordinary mages came for knives, swords, and various weapons of varying sizes.
Vouch VanDermeer himself was both terrifying and intimidating, who hardly ever spoke when sorcerers came to him for whatever reason. His brother, Oberon, on the other hand, never shut up, but Vouch hardly ever spoke.
When Amanda slipped in, Vouch was repairing Jade Midnight's shadow-glove, which had been damaged during the Remnant invasion. Jade was a Necromancer who split her time between the Temple and working as a detective, and who was supposed to be able to shape-shift as well. Amanda knew her vaguely, but not well enough.
"Hey, Amanda," Jade said cheerfully as the werewolf entered.
Amanda nodded noncommittally, and went over to Oberon, who was not quite as good a smith as his brother, but twice as annoying. In Amanda's opinion.
"Whatcha need, Amanda?"
"Hey, Oberon. Could you make me some knives? Four daggers."
"No problemo. They're always what you order, like, how d'you break 'em, or whatever? Do you, I dunno, lose 'em, or something? Because almost every week you're askin' for more, and-"
"Oberon. Make the goddamn knives, would you?"
"No problemo, I already said! You want me to make 'em glow in the dark, or shoot darts, or maybe burst into flame when you say a special word?"
"No, Oberon. I want some knives."
"No problemo!"
The potion was a dark cream color, tasted disgusting, and smelled even worse.
"Twenty-five euro," said Selda Saffron to Slaughter. "Best Before: see top of bottle, and drink it in sips, okay?"
"I know how to drink it, Saffron," Slaughter snapped, tipping back the little bottle and taking a gulp. She gagged slightly at the initial taste, but then felt the muscles in her legs knit themselves back together and the consistent pain eased. "Thanks, Selda."
"No problemo!" came the cheerful reply.
dragon eyes 4: They do bad things for good reasons. Make more sense now?