[Petra doesn't know many witches, which is problematic on many levels, but those are problems she is pointedly ignoring. At the moment, she is particularly curious about the contents of a potion from the Goblin Market that she's been told could stop her transformation. She'd been struggling to hide her changes and this seemed, well, too good to be true.
Unfortunately, Hubert hadn't been there when she'd come by, so, instead, she'd left him the potion in a small package with a handwritten note, which reads:
"Hubert,
I am hoping for your help in regards to this potion. I am wanting to know its effects. I was told it would stop further monster transformations.
Please let me know if there are plants or other ingredients I could offer you in trade for your help.
I know you are probably not wanting to help me but if this potion has is effective, it could help many.
[The reply arrives at her residence in the dark of the next morning. As swift as it seems to come, it took Hubert a while to satisfactorily compose it. It far more curt than his usual letters, but... It's a step up in civility, at least. ]
Don't belittle yourself like this. You're far too intelligent to believe for an instant swill from the goblin market, of all places, would do as advertised. It is a place of swindlers and liars, peddling what they might not legitimately.
Mirrorbound have resided here for a year, desperately searching for a way to retain their humanity, and all but for naught. If such a potik did exist, such a well-kept secret would not be in hands of a snake oil merchant on a hidden street, for a pitance of cunes. It would be earth shattering, spread like wildfire at a rate to put rumor to shame, and likely controlled by the Coven or for an unfathomable price.
It is nothing more than a mild depressant. Relaxing, perhaps with a painkiller, and what seems to be something to suppress skin irritation.
[She's a little surprised at how quickly a return letter arrives. The response shouldn't be a surprise but it's still disappointing.
At first, she doesn't see any reason to respond. He's analyzed the potion and that's that. But that night when she feels restless and can't sleep, she finds herself writing an unsolicited response.]
I had some hope. A very small hope.
Do people here want a cure? I am meaning the people who live here not mirror travelers. They are already monsters at birth, are they not? Our changes are different. They are having fear of the infection.
What are you meaning by 'snake oil'? That merchant was selling potions for all kinds of monsters. Or for witches as well.
Even if it was not the potion I was wanting, you have my thanks for looking at it. You were saying nothing in your letter about a payment. A trade. You are not wanting anything in return?
Do you desire a cure for your humanity? This is not a blight to Monsters; this is but their existence.
Snake oil. Panacea. Miracle cure. Always peddled as a mundane, mystic solution that no one has ever heard of, but will instantly solve one's problems. And always nothing but a merchant's lies.
And, last but far from least: there is nothing you have that I want. Your debt will due, for now.
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A Note and a Package Left for Hubert
Unfortunately, Hubert hadn't been there when she'd come by, so, instead, she'd left him the potion in a small package with a handwritten note, which reads:
"Hubert,
I am hoping for your help in regards to this potion. I am wanting to know its effects. I was told it would stop further monster transformations.
Please let me know if there are plants or other ingredients I could offer you in trade for your help.
I know you are probably not wanting to help me but if this potion
hasis effective, it could help many.Thank you Hubert.
~Petra Macneary"]
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Don't belittle yourself like this. You're far too intelligent to believe for an instant swill from the goblin market, of all places, would do as advertised. It is a place of swindlers and liars, peddling what they might not legitimately.
Mirrorbound have resided here for a year, desperately searching for a way to retain their humanity, and all but for naught. If such a potik did exist, such a well-kept secret would not be in hands of a snake oil merchant on a hidden street, for a pitance of cunes. It would be earth shattering, spread like wildfire at a rate to put rumor to shame, and likely controlled by the Coven or for an unfathomable price.
It is nothing more than a mild depressant. Relaxing, perhaps with a painkiller, and what seems to be something to suppress skin irritation.
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At first, she doesn't see any reason to respond. He's analyzed the potion and that's that. But that night when she feels restless and can't sleep, she finds herself writing an unsolicited response.]
I had some hope. A very small hope.
Do people here want a cure? I am meaning the people who live here not mirror travelers. They are already monsters at birth, are they not? Our changes are different. They are having fear of the infection.
What are you meaning by 'snake oil'? That merchant was selling potions for all kinds of monsters. Or for witches as well.
Even if it was not the potion I was wanting, you have my thanks for looking at it. You were saying nothing in your letter about a payment. A trade. You are not wanting anything in return?
Really sorry for vanishing
Snake oil. Panacea. Miracle cure. Always peddled as a mundane, mystic solution that no one has ever heard of, but will instantly solve one's problems. And always nothing but a merchant's lies.
And, last but far from least: there is nothing you have that I want. Your debt will due, for now.
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Oh. I have never been hearing that before. Snake oil.
If I can be giving you help please be letting me know.
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