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It helps that IвЂ™m a new reader and so have taken the comicвЂ™s current updates in one stride, yeah. I may just be catching the fanboy-flu, but IвЂ™m enamored with KatiaвЂ™s misadventures thus far. I would just like to express how thoroughly I enjoy вЂ“ no вЂ“ adore this comic. The odorвЂ™s not as strong as it was before, but itвЂ™s definitely still there. You put away your ordinary copy of the Black Horse Courier and follow your nose. At this point youвЂ™ve only got like an hour left before nightfall, so you figure youвЂ™ll justвЂ¦ chillax, maybe catch up on some reading.ДЄlright, coast seems clear. Whatever the smell is, youвЂ™re sure it can wait. YouвЂ™d rather not dump your groceries all over the ground or go clambering up any trees. Nah> attempt to climb tree to stay in the shadows but have a higher vantage point to see the smellвЂ™s source.Д®h, youвЂ™re curious about the tasty smell but you donвЂ™t care that much. Is it possible to at least cover your head with your bag? Ever since KvatchвЂ™s last beggar died, thereвЂ™s been no humans willing to let you lick corn paste off their neck! This inability to satisfy your strange fetish has led to quite a few impromptu games of DonвЂ™t Leave The Shadow. You think youвЂ™ve already made your feelings about alchemists fairly clear.Д«ut youвЂ¦ will reluctantly admit you currently have a certain arrangement with Sigrid.ДЄnd itвЂ™s something of a necessity. >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 wonвЂ™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 youвЂ™ve always been passionate about your field. TheyвЂ™ve forgotten all about the Finest Art.

But no, these days itвЂ™s all potions and magic. The very thought makes you salivateвЂ¦ 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.

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TheyвЂ™ve never known that joyвЂ¦ 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 donвЂ™t even know what itвЂ™s like to be a real medic.

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With all these potions, you bet the average person doesnвЂ™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 вЂњpotionsвЂќ.

>Drink 100% fire resist potion, go investigate smell.