IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

[samantha_grey]

An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

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Offline?

[freezerburned]

[Isaac shows up at the apothecary about twenty minutes after the directions are sent. He hasn't really slept and he looks... well, more morose than afraid or alarmed. A wisp of shadow follows him through the door, something... small, childlike.]

Samantha?

[samantha_grey]

[There's three censers burning sage, and the place practically reeks of it right now, more than usual. The space is cramped, and when he crosses the threshold he can see salt all along it. The girl that emerges from the back looks... for lack of a better word, haggard.

She emerges, holding a small packet. It's easily a good, healthy double fisted looking package and should last for a bit, though there were limits to how much she could get together in short order.]

Really hope you're not planning to hit a whole house with this. There's only so much I can get. Might be able to double this.

[freezerburned]

[Isaac nods, leaning over the front counter to look at the package. He doesn't know how much of it they need- he's not the druid emissary-in-training, here- but that looks like it should be enough for their purposes.]

I just need to make a circle that a few people can sit in. That should be fine.

[He digs into his pocket then, and plunks down three coppers on the counter. Another few moments of searching, and he produces a fourth. Isaac bites his lip, ducking his head a little.]

-I can throw in a gerbil or a fish something, but that's all I've got.

[samantha_grey]

More than enough. Just be careful and make sure there's no breeze. Have the extra handy just in case. [She plucked up one of the coppers and shook her head.]

Do me a favor. Tell folks about this shop, and we'll call this even. I could use what good press I can get right now.

[freezerburned]

...thanks.

[He manages a weak smile toward her and takes a step back, pocketing his change and reaching for the bag.]

I appreciate it.

[samantha_grey]

Don't mention it. [She handed it to him and sank into a chair.] I've built up enough bad karma in this place that anything I can do's worth it. Just... be careful. The spirits aren't something to take lightly.

[freezerburned]

I noticed.

[He sighs, glancing out toward the doorway, where the shadow of his ghost seems to be looming.]

You, uh... you okay?

[samantha_grey]

No, but it's nothing that you can fix. In the end, it's something only I can truly repair, and I'm not sure if it hasn't been too long to actually do.

[freezerburned]

[Isaac nods slowly, taking a few steps back with the ash in his arms.]

I get it. Well- thanks. For this, I mean.

[samantha_grey]

You're welcome. Good luck with the warding or sealing you're planning. Hope it works out on your end.

[freezerburned]

[Isaac nods at that, pleased that he's gotten what he needs, and turns to leave.]