The next morning, the Dwarves came by while Karl and the others were eating breakfast, and joined the group for a large mug of coffee before opening a portal to Bara in the yard.
“The groups start early, and we’re in the same time zone as Drodh is. Don’t want you to have to go with one of the groups of rejects and leftovers.
If you’re going to stay in the city and keep running the Dungeon, you should be at the meeting grounds just after dawn. Unless you can find a steady group to go with, that is.
There are plenty who go in to farm the place for loot, but they normally have a full group already.
It’s the visiting adventurers who go with a small core group of guides that you’re looking for.
Just be careful not to get scammed in the future.
Some of them will try to charge an exorbitant rate, like they’re not getting anything out of the dungeon, or like they could do it without the rest of the group.” The oldest of the Dwarves explained.
“Alright. I made a new bow to go with my other gear, in case they preferred a ranged fighter, to go with the melee and magical type beasts. I think that I should have everything that I need.” Karl agreed.
“What about healing? I’m sure there are potion shops here in town.” The Dwarf replied.
“We are one of the potion shops. Not just healing and mana, but we’ve got all sorts of utility items as well. The anti-aging cream is a big hit. And it does actually work.” Karl explained.
“Anti-aging that works?” The old Dwarf asked.
“A rejuvenation potion that brings skin and muscle tissue back to its base state, the way that it was as a Juvenile. The more that you use it, the more dramatically the body’s state will change.”
The Dwarf chuckled, then stopped walking toward the portal. “How about you get me some of that. The Missus might appreciate it, or she might get mad, and I’ll have a bit of extra entertainment for the day.”
One of the others sighed. “He only says that because he’s a Totem, and she can’t kick his ass. It’s the rest of us who suffer when he gets her in a bad mood.”
Karl reached into the crates in Remi’s space and picked out a bottle of the cream, then handed it to the old Dwarf.
“Either use it directly on problem areas, or dilute a bit with water to use as a body wash for all around improvement.” Karl offered.
“The Missus is two hundred and ten years old. Most likely, she will need to slather it on like burn cream to have it make any difference.” The old man joked.
Remi laughed in Karl’s mind at the thought. Some of their customers had done just that, and it had temporarily suppressed the Rank of one of the Wrath Demons down a level due to the amount her body had regressed.
“Try it as a body wash first. The effect lasts for nearly a month on most species. If she uses it every day for a week, you’ll have a much more youthful looking wife.”
Then Karl snagged a small bottle of hair regrowth serum from Remi’s space.
“If you take one shot glass of that, she’ll have a more youthful looking husband as well.” He whispered, just loud enough that the others could hear.
The old man chuckled, then took a swig straight from the potion bottle.
The bald top to his hair began to grow at a visible pace, and his beard filled in to a thick and luxurious mass, leaving loose beard hairs all around his formerly immaculate braid.
It didn’t change his hair colour from snow-white, though.
The other stared in amazement as the old man looked down into the well, using it as a mirror to see the change.
“Well, now I’m not sure if she’ll recognize me. But I’ve got to fix my beard. I can’t be wandering around like this.”
Karl chuckled and pointed to the house. “There are full-length mirrors in the second floor common shower room.”
The dwarf turned and pocketed the potions into his inventory before anyone could try to grab them from him, then trundled back inside.
The Shaman in the group sighed and closed the portal, as it had already been open too long for courtesy.
“I guess a minute or two won’t matter.” He muttered, checking his watch.
They surely had better things to do today than escort Karl around, or wait for an old man to braid his beard. But, those were the minor hazards of being around the Darklight Host.
He came back surprisingly quickly, with his hair in a long braid down his back, and his beard split into three braids, a thick central one, and two smaller side braids running down his cheeks and hanging to the sides of his chest.
“Alright, now we can go. If you need more products from this shop, you can order them from the branch manager.” The old man insisted, now eager to get headed back and surprise his wife.
The portal opened into absolute darkness, allowing Karl’s vision to quickly switch to Thermal Imaging and Echolocation, along with Soul Sight.
The overlay of the three was almost as good as regular vision, but the colours were entirely different, and some of the moving objects here had no soul image at all.
“Do the dwarves use many Golems and Automatons?” Karl asked as they walked out of the room and into a dimly lit corridor.
“Yes, how did you know?” The old man asked.
“Soul Sight. There are moving creatures that are not living.”
The Dwarves nodded. “The new ones have some improvements. We put heat pads on them so that night sight of other species can find them more easily. But we forgot for a moment that you might not have the same level of night vision that we do.”
Karl smiled. “No worries. I can see without any light at all. As well as in the middle of the day, in fact. Just not quite the same.”
The Dwarves nodded happily. It was good when visitors adapted quickly to the city. If they had to go buy him a night vision amulet from the tourist shops, it would be a huge waste of time, as they hadn’t come in at the public platform, but a private one, mostly used for travel within the city itself.
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