Brandon a laissé sortir un petit soupir. Il est temps de faire un autre voyage en ville pour vendre des herbes et obtenir de la nourriture pour durer une autre semaine. Il regarda sa main droite où se trouvait l'anneau de cristal. Il ne savait toujours pas quoi faire de ce truc. Il aimait la perspective de fléchir le temps à sa volonté, mais jusqu'à présent, il ne faisait pas grand-chose. Il n'a pu ralentir le temps que d'un peu, alors il a deviné qu'il devait s'entraîner. Mais qu'est-ce que ça voulait dire? C'était pour quoi, tout ça? Est-ce que c'était quelque chose que quelqu'un pouvait utiliser pour son propre bénéfice ou ferait-il partie d'une sorte d'aventure comme celle des storybooks? Il secoua la tête et mit des gants.
Peu importe, si ça vient, ça vient. Il a tout emballé dans des sacs à main et en a mis dans un panier. Il a sifflé. "Shawn, viens ici garçon!" Le labrador noir est venu à lui et a ensuite balancé sa queue. "Ok, mon garçon, allons en ville." Shawn aboie et mord la poignée du panier. Brandon prit alors deux autres sacs. Il visita les deux tombes et pria avant de quitter la ferme. Il a suivi le chemin de terre qui traverse la forêt, puis la route. La ville n'était pas très loin d'ici, mais une voiture est habituellement passée pour qu'il essaie de monter d'un de ceux-là. Mais pour l'instant, ils marchaient. Fidèle à ses pensées, une voiture est passée et il a pu monter dessus avec Shawn.
Le mâle brun poilu et son chien sont finalement arrivés à la ville. Il fréquentait en fait trois villes qui entourent la ferme, mais c'était la plus proche. Il est ensuite entré dans le magasin de médecine local qui est habituellement son client numéro un en ville... dans chaque ville en fait. Les magasins médicaux comme ça ont besoin de beaucoup d'herbes après tout.
"Ah, Brandon! C'est bon de te revoir. Avez-vous ce dont j'ai besoin?" Le propriétaire du magasin a demandé. C'était une femme d'âge moyen. C'était une femme très gentille avec un cœur d'or... et un œil pour les herbes. "Ooh, Shawn est là aussi. Tu veux de la nourriture? C'est quoi, ça?
La queue de Shawn s'est évanouie. Il a placé le panier qu'il portait sur le comptoir, puis il aboie. Le propriétaire du magasin a sorti du boeuf et l'a offert à Shawn qui l'a immédiatement mangé. "Merci Mme. Torres." Il a ensuite placé les deux autres sacs sur le comptoir. "C'est tout et j'ai lancé un peu plus."
"Oh merci Brandon!" Mme Torres s'est excusée. -- Alors, comment tenez-vous compte de la mort de M. Euan?
"On se débrouille bien. Maître m'a déjà dit tout sur la prise en charge des herbes et nous pourrions voyager dans les villes par nous-mêmes."  Brandon a répondu avec un sourire.
"C'est bien, c'est bien." Mme Torres a compté les pièces d'or et les a toutes mises dans une poche. "Voilà Brandon. Ce fut un plaisir de vous rencontrer. »
Brandon s'inclina la tête et sortit. "Bon garçon, nous avons des pièces de monnaie ici. Achetons ce dont nous avons besoin et partons d'ici."  Et donc la paire se promenait dans la ville, visitant des magasins et autres.
Name: Brandon Deschnik
Age: 18
Occupation: Until recently, apprentice herbalist and botanist
Ring: Clear Crystal Ring
Appearance: Brandon stands at a height of 5'7 and weighs rather averagely. He has a lean type of body. He usually dresses in a fashion that you would see travellers in with a cloak to keep him insulated from the cold and protected from the heat. He would often be seen with a knapsack containing multiple journals and pens. It also contains some herbs that would be beneficial in travels.
Biography: Brandon was born an orphan in some no-name town. It was out of the way so outsiders rarely came.. well, besides his parents at least. They had told him that he was given to the orphanage and the parents just disappeared, assumed to have moved on. Because Brandon didn't know them, he didn't really care about it. There were only three people in that orphanage so basically? Only three kids were abandoned with the other two dealing with the same thing he was - one was three years older than him and the other was five years older. No one had waned to keep them because there was a superstition going around that adopting a stranger's child will lead to bad luck. The owner of the orphanage was a nice young lady who thought that she already had the worst luck out of everyone there, so why not take care of these three poor children? The first eight years of his life was spent in that village. Their 'mother' had trouble raising all three of them. The oldest of the three decided to help out to earn money while the other two still learned.
Brandon showed great interest in plants, and not just crops, herbs especially. But the village only offered him very limited knowledge about said plants. He shared this with his 'mother' and she resolved to find someone who knew more about herbs. Fate had answered his plea by having a travelling botanist pass through the village. He stayed there for a while and he got to know Brandon. His name was Euan. He grew fond of Brandon and decided to adopt him. After a deal was reached between his 'mother' and Euan, they were off. He became Euan's assistant and learned many things. They rarely settled down for more than two months in a town. Around five years ago, they stumbled upon a small farm which only had one inhabitant. The farmer welcomed them with open arms but rarely spoke to them in a caring fashion. He told them that he was running out of time and he needed to pass his ring off to someone. Euan decided to humor the man and told him that he will care for it.
That was when Brandon was sent out to check on the plants while the two adults talked. He was absolutely clueless on what was happening inside the house. Once he finished, he entered the house and Euan told him that they were going to base here. Brandon didn't really care about it. He was happy with the farm. It was filled with herbs of different kinds! He was going to have fun here. He noticed that Euan had the ring the farmer was wearing before. Euan told him that the farmer had died and that they should bury him. They did and then lived in the farm for the rest of the years. Euan displayed the powers of the ring bit by bit but Brandon wasn't very interested in it. The two still go out to search and study the flora that dot the land around. They were different, that was for sure, and invaluable. They sometimes go to the cities to sell what they had. They even got enough money to buy a black dog which still lives with him up to now. His name is Shawn.
Five days prior to the this day, Euan had died from a certain disease that he had kept from Brandon all these years. Now it was Brandon's turn to wear the ring. Euan made him promise to never give it to anyone else unless he, himself, was dying. He also explained the range of abilities that it will develop according to what he has experienced. Brandon understood and Euan entrusted it to him. He died two days later. Brandon buried Euan and is still thinking of whether or not he should leave he farm. He didn't know if there were other rings like his. Well, he knew that he should at least keep recording and selling herbs and other plants.