[level 1 Fetch] Materials for Dye Making

[Lowblow]

	「 Lowblow 」<Level 1> Armor: Starter Platemail Main Weapon: Starter Staff Items: Type something. OOC: Hope this is enough for you	HP 100% MP 100%
Tags: @???	Skills: None Activated

The halls of Barus' shop was filled with scents of all kinds, some brewing plants to the right smelt like chlorine while walking deeper inside, some may feel the strong odor of bubbling soap clinging to their skin somewhat. The shop was slightly busy even during the break of dawn, the spectacle of dedicated work and the arching of sweat lining down the shopkeeper's brow shows how hard potion making can be, though that's what Low thinks he's creating by the looks of things. The adventurer hasn't seen many potions other then the items Barus sells or Saskia's complete collection she fusses over, the attention to detail on them can be awe-inspiring due to how complex the higher tiers get. Nevertheless, Hugh decided to help move some pallets of items towards Barus in case he needed more of them, he constantly moved over to them so why not move them over a tad?

"Oh, thank you..." The old healer appreciating the gesture with distant words, it would appear he was too invested into his craft to point out who helped him, possibly thinking it was one of his students coming in early. Low shrugged at the scene and decided to sit back down, beside the round table of scrolls that littered the area, he was let in by the healer's granddaughter when he knocked. For a while he waited for his questing partner, aimlessly talking to the beady-eyed girl beside him became the pastime.

"Hey, hey! What's a class?" She asked, the girl seemingly unafraid of the giant who sat beside her, the man twiddled his thumbs while speaking in a slightly bored tone. "Think of it as types of adventurer you'll come across...like how Barus is a mage, there are others like Baxton who use swords. I'm a healer, Cleric is what people define me" As long as you don't ask me to heal you... Hugh muttered inside his head.

[Lowblow]

	「 Lowblow 」<Level 1> Armor: Starter Platemail Main Weapon: Starter Staff Items: Type something. OOC: Me, Myself and I...	HP 100% MP 100%
Tags: @??? . @??? . @???	Skills: None Activated

From morning turned midday, Hugh humoured both Barus and his granddaughter with banter or knowledge from his own past. Mostly keeping to himself, the Cleric eventually came to the discussion that help with this quest will likely never come today; waiting for tomorrow could be a viable option but he has waited long enough without getting his green fingers moving. The thought of finally unearthing plants and getting paid for it was too palpable that he couldn't merely pass up for another day, almost like an addiction in a sense but with only good consequences apart from blistered fingers and sore backs. "Fine! I'm ready for this quest!" Hugh diverged from the previous subject about Londinium's Isles with a strong set of pats to his plated cuisses, expressing a slight impatient side Barus wasn't truly familiar with Low specifically.

"Hmm, yes, quite..." The old man turned away from his work station yet once more, leaving the rest to a nearby apprentice of his. Barus continued, "Sara my dear, could you please grab that tray from under the table?" Low turned to view the little girl gleefully huffing up a small but wide straw basket, draped with a pale white cloth where the outlines of certain roots and flora can be seen. The wild nature of these shapes helped contribute to this assumption but the quest Hugh took was the main focal point on why he took this conclusion.

Tipping the basket onto the high table with some effort (and added help from Hugh), the tray eventually slid to a more stable place where Barus flicked off the white hood cover the instant his hand came close; almost like a magician showing off a dissapearing act, though the outcome was the opposite. "Tada~" The girl played about until being settled down by Barus's quiet shushing. "So, Low my friend. This is the items I require you to gather for me: sprigs of Dyers Woad, Madder Root and Weld Leaves respectively" The wrinkled hand of a healer passed by unique looking flora, that of which Hugh has never seen before...