>contemplate selling vampire dust to alchemists for a vial of blood. Not that an ordinary human like you remembers the third century. It will be the third century all over again. Man and mer alike will be once again forced to solve problems the right way: retroactively, with a blood-soaked apron and a pair of pliers. Blood will flow like honey and the alchemists and healers will be overwhelmed. Someday war will once again ravage the countryside and there simply won’t be enough potions and magicka to go around. Someday, people will remember your glorious discipline. Sure, you might have gotten forcibly discharged from several armies for drinking on the job, but you’ve always been passionate about your field. They’ve forgotten all about the Finest Art. But no, these days it’s all potions and magic. The very thought makes you salivate… with approval. That alluring exhilaration of wiping the copious blood from a grievous wound while closing it using only a rusty needle and a spool of thread. That excitement of running out of antidote potions and having to cut a vein and suck the poison out.

They’ve never known that joy… that thrill of saving a tent full of unconscious, bleeding soldiers using nothing but a roll of gauze and a bottle of whiskey. Thanks to the potion industry, people don’t even know what it’s like to be a real medic. With all these potions, you bet the average person doesn’t even know how to tie a bandage anymore. People these days will chug a potion for every little scrape, bruise, or potential burn. Potions are bullshit overpriced wastes-of-space pushed by those filthy goddamn alchemists. Let me tell you a little something about “potions”. >Drink 100% fire resist potion, go investigate smell.

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