She could tell that this place was easily going to be a center of knowledge, but at the same time, Rossarinya could not be sure that such a place would be appropriate for finding the spell components which she needed, but she could hope that someone would have something there for her.
All around her, people were calling out for the sales of their medicines and their herbs, but Rossarinya had no interest in them. She needed things more like fine powders and special leaves, none of which the peddlers were giving out. She sighed; maybe it would have been best to have Elendórë summoned at this point in time, but she knew that she would just get annoyed at the black feline and then unsummon her for good measures. No, she needed things that would empower her spells--like the fireball that had been so affectionately nicknamed "the Holocaust bomb" when she and her friends had gone into a colony of giant ants.
"Ah, those were good times," Rossarinya muttered to herself, smiling as she continued along her way, keeping her eyes open for anything that might have resembled spell components. Again, however, she had her doubts that her search would be successful in a place such as this. This place looked to be a center of medical knowledge, but there surely had to be some medicine men who still used methods of magic in their healing.
As if on instinct, Rossarinya whispered a silent spell, which caused her pointed ears to round slightly, and her face to appear less angular. This was a strange world, and she did not know if anyone here would have been aligned with Aynira, the accursed Drow who had been hunting her for all these years.
All around her, people were calling out for the sales of their medicines and their herbs, but Rossarinya had no interest in them. She needed things more like fine powders and special leaves, none of which the peddlers were giving out. She sighed; maybe it would have been best to have Elendórë summoned at this point in time, but she knew that she would just get annoyed at the black feline and then unsummon her for good measures. No, she needed things that would empower her spells--like the fireball that had been so affectionately nicknamed "the Holocaust bomb" when she and her friends had gone into a colony of giant ants.
"Ah, those were good times," Rossarinya muttered to herself, smiling as she continued along her way, keeping her eyes open for anything that might have resembled spell components. Again, however, she had her doubts that her search would be successful in a place such as this. This place looked to be a center of medical knowledge, but there surely had to be some medicine men who still used methods of magic in their healing.
As if on instinct, Rossarinya whispered a silent spell, which caused her pointed ears to round slightly, and her face to appear less angular. This was a strange world, and she did not know if anyone here would have been aligned with Aynira, the accursed Drow who had been hunting her for all these years.