Wreak

He had bought the steak, the vendor wanted 45cp for each. It seemed like a good deal compared to some of the prices he had seen. Fifty contribution points was the the average days labor for the public, at least it appeared that way.

There was a forge nearby, Errit found a frying pan in the bin and bought it. It was straight made of something that didn't look like Iron. He didn't care, he was hungry. The treeline was close by, he found a place in the woods and made camp.

Pulling out some peppercorn and salt, he ground both them in the pan with his fingers. they all but turned to dust under the pressure, when he was done he poured them over the steak and then set the pan in the fire. The Grilling aroma of searing meat started to fill his nostrils, when he was sure the meat looked somewhat cooked he took the dagger from his ring and cut some pieces off.

There was a strange taste, not at all bad but different than beef, different than bison, more tough than Yak or Ox but juicy, very juicy. He savored it for a moment and then felt lighter and faster. The Pepper had an effect on the meat, besides the acids it would produce, it caused his blood to pump faster, harder. The Salt helped hold his energy, retaining every last bit of its energy, preserving it.

When the meat finally hit his stomach there was another sensation, one he definitely didn't expect. The meat made him feel a small increase in strength, from a single bite.

".." Errit paused. 'This.. ' Having swallowed just one piece and feeling stronger, Errit started to devour the Steak. He wanted to get back to the vendor and ask what type of meat it was, he would hunt some in the future if he could find it.

By the End of the Steak, he felt invigorated and jumped. It was a good jump, he quickly reached the canopy of the trees above and sailed into the air uncontrollably. Losing his balance in midair he thought for sure that he would fall. The Tattoo on his arm started to move and chains flew out to slow his descent. It was anti-climactic, He hung in the trees and swayed a bit before the chains lowered him to the forest floor.

"Well, at least I don't have to worry about too much." Errit looked for the path back and quickly found the vendor. "What sort of meat was that?"

His expression was unreadable under the mask. The vendor started to refuse a refund, Errit stopped him and fixed the misunderstanding. "No. No. No. I just want to know what it was. I'll even buy another if you tell me." Errit was throwing up his hands while he spoke.

The Vendor was thinking and pulled out another of the steaks, "this one right? Its Pog, You can find them in the wild sometimes, but run from them if you are alone. they hunt in packs." Errit gave him another 45cp and went into town.

He had spent what Gabriel had originally wanted to give him, he would have been screwed if he didn't stand up for himself. Errit looked for an Appraiser with their own shop.

"It says outside that you do appraisals, what's your rate?" Errit was sitting at what looked like a bar, but a few signs outside had different advertisements on them. The Bar seemed like it was a business front for many of the adventurers.

"Yes. Its 10 cp for every item, you have to fill out the forms but i'll rubber stamp them if the information is right. That's the deal. I won't cheat for you, but if I had to take the time to write out all the information for each item I see everyday, I'd never get to drink." Sweizar was a strange being, he had hooves and hands. Errit thought he might have been some sort of pig humanoid but the look was all wrong.

"Can you give me the information and I'll write it? or do I have to know everything before I bring it to you?" Errit thought about how he was almost ripped off at the depository.

"No, I can appraise the item, but If you have a shit ton of finger bones.. I'm not writing that shit down, you can do it and then bring me the forms. 10 CP each. Its a pretty sweet deal, you won't find it anywhere else in town. Hey, what's with the mask?" Sweizar had a lot to say, it was like he was speaking with his mouth full.

Errit smiled underneath the mask. "The Mask hides my hideousness. Pay no mind to it. Your deal sounds fair. Please hand me the form, and could you please appraise this." Errit handed him one of the Onions.

"Its an onion." Sweizar was about to throw it in Errit's face when the odor of a foot stung his nose. He waved his hand to Errit making sure he wrote it down. "Deadfoot Onion. Ripe, Very Ripe. thirty three layers, roots and shoots intact." Sweizar looked over at Errit. "How did you find this? These don't normally get this big, the birds take them at this size almost instantly."

Errit smiled again. "trade secret. But really? this is big?"

"yes, its oversized and in great shape. I would give it a three star approval instead of the usual two just because of its size, but its already a fairly rare herb. Give it a four star rating, that's not bad at all. I think its probably worth 1400CP, which isn't really all too much." Sweizar sniffed at the onion and almost lost his composure. "This really is a good herb. Hand me the paper, i'll sign it and seal it."

Errit passed the paper over.

Sweizar pull an inkpad out of storage. Using his ring he marked the paper and then signed it. "Well, what else do you have kid? By the way, that's 10 CP."

Errit transferred the CP, then asked if he could get a few more sheets. He pulled out a pile of the onions. The Bar cleared out rather quickly, the backroom wreaked of corpses.

"Where did you get all of these? Wow, this ones even larger than the first one and its just the top of the pile. You're going to be rich." Sweizar handed over a stack of paper and said to fill them out. He started counting the Onions.. "158" He started to sweat, that was going to be a lot of signing and stamping.

"I only have 800 CP on my tabulator. I'll just fill out 80 and move on to the next herb." Errit rattled off a sentence that shocked Sweizar.

'different herbs' Sweizar started thinking. "Hey there buddy, lets make a deal. 10% from here on out, and I'll fill those out with you.. things will go faster, I'll even spot you for the rest of the appraisals until you're ready to stop selling. But the deal is that I get to be your appraiser. Look, I'm legit and everything.. but you look like you might need help."

"I won't be needing too much CP, but this appraisal bullshit is really annoying. Seems like it has a purpose, but no one said rules had to be appreciated." Errit tried to deny Sweizar's pitch.

It seemed to work, he was getting a decent commission from just signing and stamping. 'this guy, I've gotta get him to stick around somehow.' choking a bit before speaking, Sweizar touched his chin and then said, "Okay, how about this. I won't charge you for this round, as long as you come back for the rest of your needs while you're in town. How does that sound?"

"That's actually a pretty good deal. I'd rather not stiff you on the bill though, can we call it 500 CP and then do like you were saying. You haven't tried to rip me off, so why should I try it? Lets just power through these, if they are worth 1400CP each, then just take one.. take two, I don't care." Errit avoided feeling like a beggar, sitting in the Bar they both kept writing furiously. "What is there to drink?