Day 83; Afternoon [OPEN]
Something was stirring in the air that gave the ashen-haired mazoku a bad vibe as he stared out his window with his hands clasped in prayer. These past few occurrences have been more than odd to say the least. He believed in Shinou however the disturbance he felt within his chest was too unsettling for him to continue on like this. The disappearance of a few the other day, these doubles, new arrivals. He needed to be certain everything was going to be all right. Gathering his thoughts with a determined look to his face, Gunter swiftly turned to head out the door, like a man on a mission.
Greeting a few on his way down the hall, he headed down towards the basement and into a secluded room where his empty cauldron sat in the middle. Closing the door behind, he began to gather miscellaneous items off the shelves, such as lizards tail, the fur of a wild sandbear, herbs, and placed them on the table. He then proceeded to fill the pot with water to boil.
It was time to read another fortune to be certain of his majesty's safety and what other calamity may be approaching their kingdom. "For the sake of his maaaaajestyyy!" Gunter pumped himself up as he straightened and held out a robe belt to tie around his head. Taking a large stick, the mazoku began to mix in the precisely measured ingredients into the pot one by one. It was only after a few minutes that the stench from his concoction seeped from beneath the door to fill the halls of the castle.
Greeting a few on his way down the hall, he headed down towards the basement and into a secluded room where his empty cauldron sat in the middle. Closing the door behind, he began to gather miscellaneous items off the shelves, such as lizards tail, the fur of a wild sandbear, herbs, and placed them on the table. He then proceeded to fill the pot with water to boil.
It was time to read another fortune to be certain of his majesty's safety and what other calamity may be approaching their kingdom. "For the sake of his maaaaajestyyy!" Gunter pumped himself up as he straightened and held out a robe belt to tie around his head. Taking a large stick, the mazoku began to mix in the precisely measured ingredients into the pot one by one. It was only after a few minutes that the stench from his concoction seeped from beneath the door to fill the halls of the castle.