Fairly, Yuvon had troubles sleeping this time. He had been working all day yesterday to mix up an elixir, yes, an elixir of Self-Protection. It was a potion that he discovered whilst reading through the records of Iceberg’s Ice Kings. It was said that this elixir was mixed with dryas and thistle as well as other ingredients granted superhuman endurance to the body. He had never met an Ice King in his life, but that didn’t prevent his lust for confirmation to kick in and push him to test this out and see if it held any ground. Maybe it was all just ridiculous imagination from some admirer of the Ice Kings… who knew? Information had to be confirmed in order to be used, and a lie held little essence of helpfulness in it unless if its counterpart, the truth, came forth in its very wording and meaning.
Anyway, this mix had been heating up all night, and he woke up eagerly - albeit with a tired and sleep-deprived face behind his golden mask - as he approached the brewing stand. Smokes rose up from its core, and he put down a spoon and picked up a sample with upmost interest in the very texture and density of the fluid that he had brewed. And just like any other reasonable person, he gobbled the spoonful into his maw and tasted it, whilst wishing from deep within his heart: I beg you, give me the effect I desire!
… To his surprise, nothing really happened. That only meant one thing; he was close, but he just needed something else… the records weren’t being precise with the last ingredients. One page told of Dragon’s Tongue, but those didn’t grow in Iceberg. Another page told of a whole other ingredient, oakwood bark. In the middle of his confusion, a Seeker arrived in the room inside Apocrypha - where the whole ordeal had taken place - and spoke: “Words of a book with protective charms have reached my ears. In the heart of the Magic Council, Era. You should go seek it.”
Its words echoed, but its disappearance was instant. Yuvon imprinted the message into his mind and licked his lips, excited to see if he could get a taste of this certain tome. The Seekers usually never spoke unless if it deemed very beneficial to the realm.
… O-Oh, he needed some clothes. Quickly, he snapped his fingers and summoned his own, unique, dark-green garments with traits of Minstrelian, Midian and Fiorian style. Then, he opened a portal and walked into the kitchen at Silver Wolf’s guild hall, swiftly grabbing a nearby mug that Mizumi had given him so long ago. Stuff like that were to be preserved in good spirit.
While pouring in coffee, he sensed the magical energy that belonged to his guildmate, Lady Kitalpha, next to him. Not having seen her in the mind-breaking change of clothing that she took, he spoke: “Ah, greetings, Kitalpha. Feeling better after getting lost at- O-OHH…”
Despite having a mask on, the eye holes of the mask widened in his stead like a comical figure. Her choice of clothes left his mouth dry and mind driving. A unique experience to record and safeguard in his mind. Very, very cute and suiting on her well-endowed body.“… *c-cough* S-So, uh, I heard that there’s a huge festival in Era to celebrate summer’s highpoint. Do you… do you want to attend to it alongside yours truly?”
His Minstrelian heritage showed itself as he even did a humble bow whilst asking her. The festival sounded like fun, and he might be able to find the book among the local shops that were likely to show up there. Besides, knowledge was to be shared, and he owed the guild a lot after all his shenanigans and troublesome events.