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Bloodhearte, who has had his cloak removed for many days, sighs impatiently and walks to the walls. With the feather of a raven and some dark ink, he begins to write a message in neat appearance.

I, Fortinbris Bloodhearte, am seeking a master druid in hopes that they have made a potion that will grant the lifetime of an elf. I do realize that this potion would take a large financial expense, however. Unfortunately, I hear that not a single soul on this island knows the secret.

If there is more information on the potion of youth, please inform me right away.

No longer do I wish to be a human, anymore. Or at least, a creature with such a short lifetime.

With that, Fortinbris signs his name under the message, and leaves the feather stabbed into the top of the message to hold it up. He then turns into a raven, and flies off into the blue horizon.

Paul Laffing chuckles to himself as he writes under cover of darkness:

If such a potion existed, wouldn't everyone and their mother be drinking it?

Your wrong, I've heard of such a thing, and wit som new..lets just say information from a necromancer maby able to make it.

Similar to the spell to call animals from places, little known of so people dont think of it.

Oh, and Bloodhearte I might require your assistance, in a summoning of some insects.

Nods to the reply of Armil.

This sounds like a fair deal to me.

No other human, besides Sevious from my understanding, has been interested in living the lifetime of an elf. What makes this goal so far out of reach, Paul?

Smiles and chuckles to himself
This concept intrigues me... I would love to see you pull this off...