This choice: A strange bottle found in an abandoned house • Go Back... "Good work, everyone," Robin declared, projecting his voice outwards so that all the Shepherds could hear him from his point behind the battlefield. Though both Plegia and Valm were defeated, Risen still appeared from time to time, and it was up to them to protect the people of Ylisse from the undead warriors.
The particular battlefield they were on was different from the usual, mostly because the village had already been ruined before the Risen showed up, so there was nobody there anyway. Usually the Shepherds would proceed to go to each house and check to make sure nobody was harmed in the battle. This time, most of the Shepherds started to head straight back to the camp, except for the most meticulous Shepherds, like Miriel, Cordelia, and, of course, Robin.
As he expected, Robin found nothing in the dilapidated, sometimes crumbling houses he checked. When he came down to his last few houses, Cordelia and Miriel finished checking their sections of the village, so they left.
The last house he visited, despite being surrounded by the woods, was somehow the most intact compared to the rest of the village, and Robin theorized that perhaps a Mage of some sort lived there and put up enchantments to keep it standing. But whatever it was, it was gone now.
Robin opened the door to find the kind of furniture and decorations he'd expect from a Dark Mage, or perhaps one of those Shamans he'd read about in the Elibean histories. There was a cabinet full of strange, sometimes nasty-looking materials (he assumed they used to be used for ingredients), a cauldron, two large bookcases on the left wall of the room, and another cabinet on the right wall, this time with glass doors.
Curiosity reached his feet as they took him around the room, examining all the books and materials left in this mysterious person's house. He made his way over to the cabinet on the right, and found each and every shelf to be filled with different vials, beakers, and containers of varying shapes and sizes. But one in particular stood out to him: a simple vial of middling size compared to the rest, with a pyramidal bottom so that it could stand up without needing some sort of holder. This was also the only one with actual liquid inside, complete with a cork in the top to prevent any from spilling out.
Regardless, he decided to open the cabinet and take said potion, placing it in one of the incredibly secure pockets on his coat. Perhaps he could get Tharja or Miriel to look at it later and see if it did anything unique.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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