Alaric needed to sell these.
Right now, he looked like a sorry young person selling shitty alcohol.
That is what he was, except the alcohol was actually decent.
Alaric decided that he needed to get out in there and sell directly.
He looked for someone that seemed like they would want to buy some alcohol.
He walked around, bottles in hand. He continued his chant as he walked around.
"30 charred a bottle. NEVER SEEN BEFORE alcohol!!!! New flavor!"
"Oceanblood alcohol!!"
Alaric kept going around.
Then he saw someone promising.
It was an old female druid. She looked about fifty, but if Alaric knew anything about nature mages, it was that they had all kinds of methods to look younger. If they looked fifty, they were likely about one hundred.
She had healthy long blonde hair, braided into a large braid on the back of her head. She was wearing a white shirt and long green skirt. Looking at her neck, he saw the Lizard Eater guild insignia. In a city about a day away, there was the Lizard Eater Mage guild. She was likely traveling over and stopped for the party. All mages were welcome, in fact the Wolf Slayer guild were the hosts so they had to yield to the guests.
The Wolf Slayer guild was responsible for defending the party.
"Hey miss, I love your outfit! Especially your green skirt! Hey look, I have this alcohol. Super natural. It's not processed at all, it's made straight from an aquatic plant. Super healthy and ethical. Plus, it's a little green, so it would match your skirt!! 30 Charred. What do you say?" Alaric said. He spoke quickly, and likely talked too much. But he gauged the reaction of the druid anyway.
"Sure sweetie. I love natural alcohol. You know how much those big alcohol companies now put so much stuff in it, it's good to see someone staying natural." The druid put a hand on Alaric's shoulder, before taking out her wallet.
She took out four 10 charred tokens.
"Take a little more. Young people like you are who we need." The druid said.
"Thank you miss. Alaric bowed slightly. Enjoy!!" Alaric said.
He now went back on his way. Looking back, he saw her taking a drink out of it.
She seemed pleased with it.
"It is pretty good." Alaric thought.
It couldn't compare to extremely high end alcohol, but it would be a good new flavor.
Alaric went on his way, before he saw someone in front of him.
It was a large man, about six feet eight inches tall. Alaric didn't see tall people like that every day.
"Except for Tiberius. They're pretty tall." Alaric recalled Tiberius' insane height.
The man was about forty, but had white hair. It was insanely white. White as the feathers of a white chicken. White as snow. White as white.
He had short hair on top of his head, giving him a military like authority.
He had white mutton chops on the side of his head, a unique choice for facial hair.
Professional clothes was what he was wearing. It was a white shirt under a navy blue suit jacket, and formal black pants.
An intimidating aura surrounded him.
"This guy.... no way." Alaric thought. He had seen this guy in the newspaper before, as well as just from life.
It was Eternal Justice Samson Taylor.
This guy was serious news. He was a freelance mage that was renowned around the land as a "Bringer of Justice". He had brought countless outlaws into jail. But he wasn't like other amateur vigilantes. His jails were real. He owned many prisons, and worked with government justice systems. These prisons were almost unescapable for even the strongest criminals.
He was known to be fair, always bringing prisoners to prison first. But if they escape, or released and became repeat offenders, he would swiftly kill them. He was a beacon of fear for anyone opposing the law.
Pretty much everybody knew who he was in this continent. Even in other continents, he was somewhat well known. But he wasn't extremely well known on other continents. The people on other continents that were big fans of Samson were seen as kind of elitists who were just trying to like the niche mages.
But he was cool. Alaric liked him a lot.
"I should ask him if he wants some alcohol!" Alaric thought. He wasn't a criminal now, so he wouldn't have to worry about anything.
"Mr. Sampson, would you be interested in purchasing some alcohol? it's called Seablood, and it's a very natural and healthy alcohol." Alaric asked him fearlessly. There were a couple of police officers following him around.
"Not now sir. I'm on the job, can't have anything to drink. Good luck though." Samson said somewhat dismissively. He wasn't mean about it, but he was clearly not interested.
Samson was continuing on his way, but then he turned back for a second.
He looked to be in deep thought, his face contorting as he turned back to look at Alaric.
"Hold on, hold on." Samson said to the police phalanx behind him.
He returned to get closer to Alaric, making eye contact.
"What's your name sir?" Samson was now facing Alaric.
"Alaric." Alaric decided to be truthful about his name, this was pretty much the last person he would want to lie to. He was worried now. He didn't know exactly why Samson was looking back at him.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's with your eyes?" Samson said, getting closer. He was very physically close to Alaric now, being within a reasonable personal space radius.
"Uhhhh...." Alaric didn't know what to say. He contemplated being truthful and talking about the thing he fished up, but it would bring too much attention to him.
"It's a curse of some kind. I don't exactly know myself, but it is of no bother to me really. Just gives me strange looking eyes." Alaric said. This seemed reasonable enough to Alaric. He didn't want to mention the fishing part, but the part about him not knowing was true.
"That was a pretty good deflection of the truth." Alaric thought to himself.
Now he needed to see what Samson would say now.