Runes of Hoarfrost

[bloodtide]

The bottles are all sorts of odd liquids, none that look drinkable or refreshing.

Dwarf "Aye and Aye again, I'm a Traveling Merchant. A Rolling Stone. Fell free to sit and put your feet up. I'm Gromm BigBottle. Dwarven alchemist of no small bottle. "

 

[Time_Feather]

"Ah, then my search was not in vain!" I settle into a seat next to him. "Well met, Gromm - I am Edmond of House Oldgate. From where do you hail? I assume Bigbottle isn't a family name - but that could be a horrid misunderstanding on my part."

 

[bloodtide]

Gromm BigBottle "Well met. I'm not from anywhere, and no place claims me. My parents were traveling merchants too, with no home. My parents were just Walkers, not the best name. So I took BigBottle as my name. I'm an alchemist, so I wanted something catchy. "

 

[Time_Feather]

"An alchemist? Really? That sounds fascinating! I've read in books that Alchemists pursue an everlasting elixir - what is it? A philosopher's stone or some such? That must be incredible to come from such a noble tradition!"

 

[bloodtide]

Gromm BigBottle "Ah, yes there is Truth in the Bottle. I'm guessing your reading a human book on human alchemy. Us dwarves are a bit different. Less fancy stuff, much more practical. I can make rocks into gold....but not good gold, and not for too long. That is much more of a human daydream.

You maybe need an elixir ? Maybe a love pithier for a lass? Some sleeping juice? A strong drink?"