An Honest Living [Mission]

[Ricorth Gospel]

Name: A Helping Hand
Rank: D
Objective: Your client needs help with managing a new pharmacy in Magnolia Town. Anyone is welcome, with or without prior chemical knowledge.
Reward: 100J and a potion that can heal minor wounds (bruises, scratches).

    "Thanks again for coming to help out. I needed someone to watch the pharmacy while I went out to buy new stock." said the owner as he walked out the door. 
    "No problem. Now just run along and I'll take care of everything just as you showed me." the gray haired figure smirked as he waved the man off. "Everything is just on this paper you left me right?"
    "Yes yes he replied "All that's scheduled today are just a few pick ups that I have already filled out. Just give them the bag listed according to there name on that sheet I gave you." and with that the man walked out of pharmacy
   
Ricorth didn't really want to be here but the job and pay seemed easy enough. At least something was better than having to clean Phantom Cloak's old, wood floors again. "Oh well." he though as he settle into his thick black coat, making sure the tattoo on his neck was virtually covered by his collar. Hours of lollygagging seemed to pass with no activity in or out of the small business. Ricorth ] keeping himself preoccupied with a game of solitaire from the small package of playing cards that he kept housed in his various pockets. In about the afternoon a young man came in. Obvious by his staunch chain mail and over coat he was one of the town guards. The sight almost made Ricorth jump with a start as he quickly looked to the nearest exit but quickly settled down when he realized the man wasn't here for him. The guards casually walked up to the counter he glanced at the slouching figure of Ricorth.
    "Hello I'm Gerald. I came for my diet pills that placed an order for them yesterday." he said
    Ricorth looking down at the sheet quickly grabbed the white bag marked with the man's name on it. "That'll be 30 jewels sir."
    "Seems a little high. they normally sell for 20 a bottle."
    "He man." Ricorth quickly replied, "I'm just a temp just getting paid for some part time work. If you got a problem you can take it up with the owner when he gets back."
    "Fine." Gerald said reluctantly handing over they money and walking out with his bag. "Why a man like that needs diet pills I have no idea." Ricorth thought as he pocketed the extra 10 jewels into his side satchel and slouched back into his chair. 


    

[Ricorth Gospel]

Hours passed as other patrons came and picked up their prescriptions. In the late evening the owner pulled up to the pharmacy with a cart laden with several heavy boxes full of newly bought herbs. Coming into the establishment the old man nodded with content as he saw that nothing was amiss. He motioned for Ricorth to help him as they both moved toward the cart to unload the new stock. The smells of the freshly cut ingredients seemed to mix together in the air aggregating Ricorth's nose and causing a slight burning sensation in his eyes. The man seemed to have no such problems as years of working with such materials had all but made him completely blind to their odors. Several boxes and half a dozen tissues later all the stock was finally brought into the store. The pair began to arrange the different herbs and spices into their respective positions in the pharmacy's various shelves and jars. After that was all put away the manager handed Ricorth his payment with a smile. "That's for your hard work today and the potion is simply a gesture of my thanks. Just take those empty boxes to the back and your free to go." Ricorth grabbed the stack of relatively empty boxes and head for the backroom of the establishment. As he exited the room the sound of the front door being slammed open.
    "This could be a bother." Ricorth as he caught a glimpse of the built figure stampering his way toward the counter. Quickly putting down the boxes, Ricorth made his way to the back door. With a quick shot from an arcane pistol the lock fell to the ground. 
    "Where is that gray-haired punk!" Gerald could still be heard shouting from across the counter
    "Must have finally decided to check the bag." Ricorth though as he stepped into the cold night air, eyes still slightly stinging from spice residue left on his clothes.

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