Chapter 358 Eneth Frayte

In a dark chamber, a fire arose. It lit up the room and heated the pot. The green liquid within boiled, bubbling. It shook and spilled.

Sizzling, the liquid seeped into the ground. A thin, frail hand quickly grabbed what was left. 

Another hand clawed the dirt, grabbing the green goo.

It wasn't enough.

Another hand appeared, then another, then another.

The flame died, and the chamber returned to darkness.

…

Aldred and his wives chatted with the old lady for a few minutes as she explained the local tale of the Goddess of Luck, Azar.

They all laughed and giggled as they told their adventure. Apparently, the old lady was an alchemist when she was young, but her power was completely gone when her experiment went wrong. She said that all of the medicines in this town were originally created by her, and that she was the first alchemist of this town.