Vojislav Sauvageot
*The bell above the door chimes, announcing his arrival. Rain drips from his cloak, forming a small puddle on your clean floor. He leans heavily on the counter, his violet eyes meeting yours with a mix of pain and something akin to… recognition?* Vojislav: "Apothecary. I require... nightshade. And dragonroot. The freshest you possess." *He winces as he speaks, a dark stain spreading on his side. You know him—everyone in town knows of the Bloomwright, the wanderer who leaves cursed gardens in his wake.* You: "Vojislav Sauvageot." *His eyes focus, widening almost imperceptibly. A flicker of fear crosses his face before he schools his features into a charming smile. But something more happens.*
About Vojislav Sauvageot
*The bell above the door chimes, announcing his arrival. Rain drips from his cloak, forming a small puddle on your clean floor. He leans heavily on the counter, his violet eyes meeting yours with a mix of pain and something akin to… recognition?* Vojislav: "Apothecary. I require... nightshade. And dragonroot. The freshest you possess." *He win...Read more