08-07-2018, 07:36 PM
After around three or so days he was in the middle of a conversation with Dr. Sorrel, talking on his phone as he contacted him, wanting a status update.
“Yes I’ve found the Gorons, however I’ve been staying to assist with medical treatments. The leader promised me that they would offer me the fire flower once they trust me enough.” Ricter spoke, pacing back and fourth while talking on the phone.
“Hm, okay, just dont let them, keep you there for much longer, last thing we need is to lose you to a tribe that doesn't know equivalent exchange.” The feminine voice stated on the other side, slightly annoyed he had been gone for so many days only to help people that weren't even from her town but she realized this was a good thing and the weasels help would be amazing for personal relationships. Never know when you may need more supplies from your friends after all.
“No worries, I believe were going on the move today, after we get rolling I’ll head back to the gate once I have the flowers.”
Ricter reassured her, which after a few moments of silence she sighed and spoke back, “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Mhm, see you tomorrow, bye.” Ending the call Ricter walked back into the tent soon after, going towards the beds again as he had barley a few people left to really help. Ricters work would be greatly appreciated, in a matter of just three days majority of the tribe had been healed of many kinds of injuries and sicknesses. The stout worked hard every day to ensure that whom ever came into the tent would be treated with in the time he normally took care of people back in the clinic at Ambrosia.
He would get a lot of praise for this as well, however he knew the limits of what he could do and reminded everyone that he couldn’t undo death so they should be careful. Luckily they did stay careful as they moved large rocks and boulders and began to pack up tents and other things. Seems like they might be moving soon by the look of it.
As for Deltimo he seemed to be working hard on developing something, but he had no clue what it was. The medical tent was empty and he would see no one coming in today for anything. Much less a check up but that was over all too simple to do, right now he wanted to talk to Deltimo to see what he had been up too this entire time. Its been two full days, maybe he had made a break through with his own brand of alchemy.
Walking over towards him after his call was done, he seemed to have been sleeping in the patients beds, not having a room of his own seemed to allow him free reign to sleep where he liked. “Hey Del, hows the potion crafting going? Make anything cool yet?” The weasel asked as the Goron would groan, sighing as he scratched his head.
“Somewhat, I’m missing a few ingredients to really make some head way on my project but I know full well that leaving to go search for things here will get me killed or eaten. I was trying to make a potion to allow people to not get harmed by heat and fire. We get a lot of burn victims here too, as you can see, so if I can prevent it form happening in the first place I think I’ll make a small fortune off my invention, or I can keep selling bombs, they love those too.”
He wondered if something like that was even possible, making him wonder if he could try helping out with this project since that would be pretty close to what he had planned. Being capable of going through blazing infernos? He’d be able to find his flower a lot quicker then, with out having to go completely underground and into the koopa kingdom, a place he was warned about to not visit given how it was hard to tell how they might treat him.
For now though he could tell he was beginning to pack up a few things as well, by tonight the entire tribe was supposed to be ready to move out towards a new location, and it seemed like he was coming along for the ride. “You think we’ll find what your looking for along the way?” Ricter asked the alchemist, the Goron smirked and added.
“I could say the same for you, hell for all I know we could very well be heading in the opposite direction of fire flowers this time around. But our leader is a man of his word, I’m sure you will get what your looking for given what you’ve done for us.”
As true as the statement was Ricter was skeptical, Darunia seemed cross with him, still un-trusting even if he had managed to heal a sizable majority of his tribe, and even more so ensure they were back on their feet and able to work again. If anything he expected at least a thank you but even that seemed out of his vocabulary so he would leave it just up to time and faith that the Goron would keep his word and not just take all his kindness for granted.
Not like he would retaliate or anything, if he lead him no where and instead just turned tail on his deal he would just leave, telling everyone good bye as obviously the Gorons were good people, how they would take a lie form their leader after what he’s done was probably not going to be as good as one could guess. “Yeah, sounds about right, any case I’m going to take a look around before we start moving. I’ve been cooped up in here for so long I just feel like exploring a bit before the whole tribe gets up and moving.”
Deltimo nodded, understanding the feeling as he was currently placing gun powder into a box and locking it, “Just don't go too far, we move fairly quickly as you can guess, you might not find us again if you manage to wonder too far away from our little settlement.” He warned.
The weasel kept that in mind, but he had no intention of leaving the settlement, he actually wanted to speak to Darunia for something. “Alright.” Walking outside the stout looked around, examining the many Gorons who worked to make their caravan, the middle of the settlement that housed Darunia’s tent was now the focal point of hitching together the tribes belongings.
It was busy, and as he noticed the many residents rolling around or just carrying bundles of items, they seemed nearly done. Only a few tents were still up, and most looked like they were for important things, like the clinic or the merchant stand. In front of the caravan large creatures that looked like massive turtles but with ragged scales seemed to be what would be pulling the things along. They were about the size of elephants, and even more so seemed docile enough to interact with, but Ricter stayed clear of them for now, his eyes fishing for someone in particular as he walked around.
Everywhere he went along the settlement many of the Gorons would smile and wave to him, even the younger ones would wish to give him a hug, which Ricter didn’t mind doing, remembering certain faces or ones with certain tattoo’s or arrangements of items like bangles and beads to allow him to know whom he was talking too by name.
Everyone seemed to accept him, in some small way, but he still felt like some, like the elders had it out for him as he walked towards the main tent. The tent was kept up to discuss important things before they all moved, and was probably the best place to look for anyone important, especially since it was the last tent to be taken down before everyone left.
Walking up too the entrance he stepped inside, announcing himself “Hello? May I come in?” The weasel asked, glancing from left to right and expecting to find someone at least but he found that he walked into a small meeting. Which wasn’t unheard of, this place was up just for this type of thing, but he found who he was looking for. Just they seemed a tad annoyed that they had walked in on something quite important for their people.
“Yes I’ve found the Gorons, however I’ve been staying to assist with medical treatments. The leader promised me that they would offer me the fire flower once they trust me enough.” Ricter spoke, pacing back and fourth while talking on the phone.
“Hm, okay, just dont let them, keep you there for much longer, last thing we need is to lose you to a tribe that doesn't know equivalent exchange.” The feminine voice stated on the other side, slightly annoyed he had been gone for so many days only to help people that weren't even from her town but she realized this was a good thing and the weasels help would be amazing for personal relationships. Never know when you may need more supplies from your friends after all.
“No worries, I believe were going on the move today, after we get rolling I’ll head back to the gate once I have the flowers.”
Ricter reassured her, which after a few moments of silence she sighed and spoke back, “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Mhm, see you tomorrow, bye.” Ending the call Ricter walked back into the tent soon after, going towards the beds again as he had barley a few people left to really help. Ricters work would be greatly appreciated, in a matter of just three days majority of the tribe had been healed of many kinds of injuries and sicknesses. The stout worked hard every day to ensure that whom ever came into the tent would be treated with in the time he normally took care of people back in the clinic at Ambrosia.
He would get a lot of praise for this as well, however he knew the limits of what he could do and reminded everyone that he couldn’t undo death so they should be careful. Luckily they did stay careful as they moved large rocks and boulders and began to pack up tents and other things. Seems like they might be moving soon by the look of it.
As for Deltimo he seemed to be working hard on developing something, but he had no clue what it was. The medical tent was empty and he would see no one coming in today for anything. Much less a check up but that was over all too simple to do, right now he wanted to talk to Deltimo to see what he had been up too this entire time. Its been two full days, maybe he had made a break through with his own brand of alchemy.
Walking over towards him after his call was done, he seemed to have been sleeping in the patients beds, not having a room of his own seemed to allow him free reign to sleep where he liked. “Hey Del, hows the potion crafting going? Make anything cool yet?” The weasel asked as the Goron would groan, sighing as he scratched his head.
“Somewhat, I’m missing a few ingredients to really make some head way on my project but I know full well that leaving to go search for things here will get me killed or eaten. I was trying to make a potion to allow people to not get harmed by heat and fire. We get a lot of burn victims here too, as you can see, so if I can prevent it form happening in the first place I think I’ll make a small fortune off my invention, or I can keep selling bombs, they love those too.”
He wondered if something like that was even possible, making him wonder if he could try helping out with this project since that would be pretty close to what he had planned. Being capable of going through blazing infernos? He’d be able to find his flower a lot quicker then, with out having to go completely underground and into the koopa kingdom, a place he was warned about to not visit given how it was hard to tell how they might treat him.
For now though he could tell he was beginning to pack up a few things as well, by tonight the entire tribe was supposed to be ready to move out towards a new location, and it seemed like he was coming along for the ride. “You think we’ll find what your looking for along the way?” Ricter asked the alchemist, the Goron smirked and added.
“I could say the same for you, hell for all I know we could very well be heading in the opposite direction of fire flowers this time around. But our leader is a man of his word, I’m sure you will get what your looking for given what you’ve done for us.”
As true as the statement was Ricter was skeptical, Darunia seemed cross with him, still un-trusting even if he had managed to heal a sizable majority of his tribe, and even more so ensure they were back on their feet and able to work again. If anything he expected at least a thank you but even that seemed out of his vocabulary so he would leave it just up to time and faith that the Goron would keep his word and not just take all his kindness for granted.
Not like he would retaliate or anything, if he lead him no where and instead just turned tail on his deal he would just leave, telling everyone good bye as obviously the Gorons were good people, how they would take a lie form their leader after what he’s done was probably not going to be as good as one could guess. “Yeah, sounds about right, any case I’m going to take a look around before we start moving. I’ve been cooped up in here for so long I just feel like exploring a bit before the whole tribe gets up and moving.”
Deltimo nodded, understanding the feeling as he was currently placing gun powder into a box and locking it, “Just don't go too far, we move fairly quickly as you can guess, you might not find us again if you manage to wonder too far away from our little settlement.” He warned.
The weasel kept that in mind, but he had no intention of leaving the settlement, he actually wanted to speak to Darunia for something. “Alright.” Walking outside the stout looked around, examining the many Gorons who worked to make their caravan, the middle of the settlement that housed Darunia’s tent was now the focal point of hitching together the tribes belongings.
It was busy, and as he noticed the many residents rolling around or just carrying bundles of items, they seemed nearly done. Only a few tents were still up, and most looked like they were for important things, like the clinic or the merchant stand. In front of the caravan large creatures that looked like massive turtles but with ragged scales seemed to be what would be pulling the things along. They were about the size of elephants, and even more so seemed docile enough to interact with, but Ricter stayed clear of them for now, his eyes fishing for someone in particular as he walked around.
Everywhere he went along the settlement many of the Gorons would smile and wave to him, even the younger ones would wish to give him a hug, which Ricter didn’t mind doing, remembering certain faces or ones with certain tattoo’s or arrangements of items like bangles and beads to allow him to know whom he was talking too by name.
Everyone seemed to accept him, in some small way, but he still felt like some, like the elders had it out for him as he walked towards the main tent. The tent was kept up to discuss important things before they all moved, and was probably the best place to look for anyone important, especially since it was the last tent to be taken down before everyone left.
Walking up too the entrance he stepped inside, announcing himself “Hello? May I come in?” The weasel asked, glancing from left to right and expecting to find someone at least but he found that he walked into a small meeting. Which wasn’t unheard of, this place was up just for this type of thing, but he found who he was looking for. Just they seemed a tad annoyed that they had walked in on something quite important for their people.