S1:EP3 - Binnix
Within The Light Of Shadows
The great square of Londonium was brimming with people. Some selling, others buying, and some up to the more despicable trade.
“E’llo madame…a lovely like yourself could use a bit fragrance to catch a wealthy fellow.” Offered a man dressed in a patchwork cloak from the shade of his wagon’s awning.
“How dare you pawn your swill to me.” The woman glared at the man and turned and left.
“Ya right…even this bottle won’t help ya, I’m a potion maker not a miracle worker.”
“Still the charmer, Binnix…I see.”
“What’s that…Well if aren’t the pretty Heta.” Binnix bowed , “So nice to make your acquaintances again. Pay no mind to my last customer, she was lacking a certain appreciation for the finer things of life.“
“Yes, if piss of a pig and rose petals is now, the height of opulence, she is the fool.” Heta noted.
“Right…so what brings you here?” Binnix looked about expecting more warlocks to appear.
“I do…of course” Another voice behind Binnix replied.
Binnix spun around his cloak following with dramatic affect. “Jarem, my mate!”
Before Jarem could react. His old schoolmate seized him in a most affectionate hug, and broke in a series of salutations. The two men laughed with slight embarrassment, feeling Heta’s gaze upon them. The pair brushed off the nostalgic moment with awkward coughs.
“If you two are through with chumming it up. Jarem can explain why we are here.”
“Yeah…mate what brings ya to see Binnix?” Binnix raised a hand to cover the side of his face. “The woman in Glasgow, her hair will grow back, not my issue, she can’t read recommended dosage an’ all.”
“I see, no we are not here for discussion of your business. I wish to know more about what you may have heard upon the roads…as of late” Jarem explained.
“Depends on what ya mean…lots a whisper on the winds these days.” Binnix looked about . “We can discuss in my office. Never know who be leerin’ at ya.”
“You expect me to enter that rolling junk heap.” Heta remarked.
“I assure ya…I tidied up and all, I even got a pot of tea on.” Binnix then motioned to the back of the painted wooden wagon, with his best attempt at a welcoming smile.
The trio moved inside the wagon. Heta noted that it was far arger on the idide than it appeared.
“Pocket magic…I hope this is stable. I have no desire to have my bones crushed if you spell fails.” Heta remarked.
“Thank you for your faith.” Binnix replied.
“I am sure it will hold.” Jarem assured.
“Feel free to sit anywher about, I will brew some tea.” Binnix waved his hand about the room.
Jarem and Heta both noted that the walls of the wagon were covered in books and jars of various known and mysterious things.
“I won’t ask if all of your items about are Arcanuma approved.” Heta grumbled.
“There is no need for that, and I am sure that you are not here to examine my wares.” Binnix added as he began to light a magical fire to heat some water.
“We are not. I am here to discuss what you know about murders of most foul nature outside Londomium’s walls.”
“Direct always…Jarem, I expect nothing less.
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