Maybe this was the world's way of finally saying, 'Hey, we've rawdogged this guy enough. Let's give him a break.'
The two quests I'd grabbed from the Guild went like a breeze. It was a classic petty rivalry: two alchemists whose shops were side-by-side were basically at war. They both needed specific ingredients to one-up each other, and they'd both posted their requests at the exact moment I'd walked into the building. Ho-fucking-ray.
"There," I said, thumping a heavy sack onto the wooden counter. "One Elderhag root and one Damgum."
The Guild worker pulled the sack toward her and peered inside. With a satisfied nod, she looked up at me. "Condition looks good. Fresh."
"Hmm."
"That completes both contracts," she said, marking a ledger. "Total payout: two gold coins."
