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KINGSLEY TEA CO. | Rank: 6 | Attempts: [7] | Salves, Potions, Crystals Kingsley Tea Company: The Epitomy of Glyndebourne Tourism It's architecture is quaint, homely, and inviting. Hues of orange and brown blend with the autumn environment, reminiscient of an old American home in October. Inside, should curiosity bid you to enter, you will find a cozy teashop decorated with landscape art and plants. Behind the counter, stacked upon long shelves, are dozens of tin containers filled to the brim with specialty tea. This is also where you w

They began working immediately. Evangeline taught him the basics, which he immediately added his own twist to. The blueberries were his primary ingredient, as well as some unnamed leaves and herbs he had picked along his travels. Kingsley strained them carefully, ensuring that nothing but hot, flavored water remained in the mixing pot. It bubbled overtop an orange flame, signifying that it was complete. He used a ladle to pour some into a ceramic mug. "You did such a great job!" Bringing the mug up to eyelevel, Evangeline studied it more closely. "Actually, I've never seen anything exactl

"Lucky me!" Kingsley chuckled, "my very first sponsor! Now, come on. Let's get home. You owe me a drink or three." "I owe you a drink? Shouldn't it be the opposite way around?" "Nonsense." The walk back to the Town of Beginnings was pleasant. The sun began to set and Kingsley couldn't help but be reminded of home. Not the inns that he so often stayed in, but his real home, with his family. Morningstar was similar to a grandson of his, in personality more than looks. They shared a sense of sarcastic humor that Kingsley found appealing. It was familiar and that was all a man his a

A dungeon had opened sometime since they had entered the forest. Considerate of Kingsley's level, however, Morningstar forbid him from entering. He explained that he had already seen enough low-leveled players enter dungeons far above their tier, only to have a rough time the entire run through. At Kingsley's level, he would be lucky to scratch a boss and surviving a hit would be astronomical. "Fine, fine. I have no need for the items anyway," Kingsley admitted. "Good. We'll come back another time, if nobody else clears it by then." Morningstar promised, although he found it unlikely

Kingsley, who had gone back to ignoring the ongoing battle, turned to the bushes. He had found something unexpected: a blueberry bush. It was a stroke of luck, he thought, that he had found anything else in the forest at all. Perhaps the bear was looking for the same thing. He picked quite a bit more than a handful, filling two fair-sized containers to the brim before even taking another look at Morningstar and his enraged, wild foe. "How's it going over there?" Kingsley asked, ready to move on. "Almost done, Wax. You just sit back and pick your berries," Morningstar said, dodging a

Kingsley was face to face with a bear. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. The massive creature loomed before him, its fur bristling with fury and its eyes narrowed into slits. Every instinct should have screamed at him to run, to flee from the beast before it was too late. Instead, he stood their calmly, scowling right back at the beast. With a steady hand, Kingsley raised his walking stick, his fingers closing around the wood. He knew that he was outmatched, that facing a bear head-on was a foolish gamble. But what other choice was there? As the bear let out a low growl, its hot breath

Berries were sparse in the small radius that Kingsley was searching in. His eyes scanned the underbrush, hoping to catch a hint of ripe fruit amidst the tangled foliage. But the forest seemed unusually quiet, the usual chatter of birds and rustle of leaves conspicuously absent. Undeterred, Kingsley pressed on, his determination unyielding despite the daunting scarcity of his endless scavenge. Every step he took seemed to echo in the stillness, amplifying the sense of solitude that enveloped him. Yet, the thought of quitting was absent from his mind; the berries he sought were an important asse

"How about this, Wax," Morningstar returned his sword to its sheath, confident in his own drawing speed. "You supply me with potions and I supply you with crafting materials. Whatever items you want, I'll hunt down. You can stay out of combat, where it's safe and I don't need to spend so much on consumables. It's a win-win, really." "Nonsense. I'm perfectly capable of fighting. I'll join you in some battles." "Uh," the blonde crossed his arms, "what am I doing here then?" Kingsley shook his head. "Kids these days... You're my entourage, my bodyguard. I can't do everything all at

"Wait! I see them now!" Kingsley shouted, climbing into a nearby bush. He came out holding a handful of small, white berries. "Creeping Snowberries! They add the perfect minty taste when steeped in tea," he explained, examining them for any defects. He put them away with the other materials he had discovered. "Are you just picking things that would work well in tea?" Morningstar put the pieces together. Flowers, berries, and leaves all seemed like ingredients for tea. "You've caught me," the old man laughed. "The alchemist said materials, but she didn't say what kind!" Morningst

They found themselves at the edge of a forest, now closer to Tolbana than the Town of Beginnings. Kingsley admitted to disliking Tolbana for no reason other than "general atmosphere," which Morningstar somehow understood and applied to just about all of the settlements on the first floor. While he kept his eye out for wolves, Kingsley scavenged the first bushes he came across. They looked like blueberry bushes but upon closer inspection, had nothing but tiny flowers on them. There was nothing worth taking in sight. "Shall we?" Kingsley asked, pointing at the entrance to the forest. "

Kingsley knelt down on the ground. Something extremely valuable had stumbled across his line of sight. "The white rhinoceros beetle. I've heard of them before, but never in my life would I have thought to look for them on this floor. Extremely rare and useful little creatures," Kingsley said. Its armored shell was pure white and its horn longer than the average beetle's. Neither of the two had ever seen one in the flesh. "What are they used for?" Morningstar asked, perplexed but curious. "Tea," Kingsley explained succinctly. With the end of his walking stick, he crushed the insect. "

Kingsley finished picking the flowers he had dubbed as "Potentially Blue Septembers," which he scribbled on the container's label with a pen that had magically appeared in his hand. He tossed them away in his inventory, continuing through the never ending plains while Morningstar kept a lookout for oncoming boars. He warned Kingsley that if they wandered too close to the forest, they would have to deal with wolves as well, but also ensured him that he could keep him safe regardless. The wolves, as the blonde put it, were not much scarier than the boars. "Very good. If we have time, t

"Perhaps. I can't say I've ever been to either," Kingsley admitted. "Really? How far up the floors have you been?" Morningstar looked surprised. Even players of the lowest level eventually got bored of the Town of Beginnings and traveled to the higher cities. They were all safe, after all. "Floor six. Although, I rarely go above four. I don't love the heat and my relationship with the people of Krycim is rocky at best," another laugh escaped his withered lips. Six floors was not very far at all. "You're missing out—Yomi, on floor ten, is a sight worth seeing. And floor twenty-tw

With a strained sound, he picked himself up off the ground and smacked Morningstar across the leg with his cane. "Off we go. Lots more of these to check," Kingsley said in response to the blonde's surprised yelp. The next bush was a dud; there were no berries nor consumable leaves anywhere to be seen. He thought, for a moment, that he could get away with bringing a few of the bush leaves but decided that if he were asked to craft with them that he would feel rightly embarrassed. "So, why alchemy?" asked Morningstar. "The world needs alchemists, does it not?" Kingsley answered.

"Here's the deal, kid," Kingsley pointed in the general direction of the boars with his walking stick. "I've got ingredients to look for but I can't have those suckers gettin' in my way. I'll need you to keep them off my back while I look around." "Alrighty, then. What're you looking for exactly?" Morningstar asked, unfamiliar with the art of alchemy. "Leaves, herbs, berries, and such. Things that I can brew." "Fair enough." They paused their walk near a bush, where Kingsley decided to dig around for materials. On his hands and knees, he sifted through branches and prickles

"Much appreciated, young man," Kingsley smiled, wasting no time before sipping his drink. It was slightly above room temperature and had a bit of a bite to it. "Not bad," he muttered. Of all of the brandies he had tried, it was at least in the top sixties. The room began to fill as passersby found themselves interested in food and drink; it was that time of the day, he supposed. "Might as well pass the whole bottle," he chuckled to the girl called Angie, who had taken over for her noirette workmate. "A real shame there's no sports broadcasting. I'd sit around watching the game all day if

"Well, I didn't," Morningstar said plainly. Evangeline returned from her storage room, a large glass bottle full of bubbling green liquid. She placed it on the counter, unscrewing the cap and dropping a rose into the potion. Before it could even touch the liquid, it vanished with a puff of fire and smoke. She wafted the burning scent away with her hand and closed it up. "This is called Eartheater. Don't drink it. 4,000 col, please." While Morningstar paid up, Evangeline spoke with the old man. "Like I said, I'm happy to teach you alchemy. Unfortunately, my stock has gotten a little b

"What do you mean I don't qualify for a loan?!" "It's your credit, sir—I'm afraid you have none." The old man stomped away, grumbling something about "kids these days." He fled the Central Bank of Aincrad in a bout of frustration, running new schemes and plans through his business savvy mind. If the bank would not give him the money for a shop, then he would have to do something about it himself. He marched up to the nearest alchemy store and racked on the wooden door, giving zero time before barging inside. "I'd like to apply for an apprenticeship!" He announced, immediately gr

Quest The Central Bank of Aincrad: a hub for all things related to money. Located near the heart of the Town of Beginnings, the great white building stood as a symbol of security and reliability to its patrons, which included every soul currently roaming the floors of Aincrad. It was packed throughout the day, opening in the morning and closing in the early afternoon. It's NPC staff members worked tirelessly to support players in their financial endeavors. From everyday banking to purchasing your first house, they had the tools for you. "Next!" A teller called while she scribble

"35% off all Drinks from now to the Sixteenth, and 50% off all Drinks on the Seventeenth," read the sign. Discounted drinks were all Kingsley needed to hear; he would go wherever he was asked. He had philosophized that the only thing better than a good drink was a cheap one. "I wonder if they have brandy..." he muttered to himself, prepared to drink the business dry. He wandered into The Carefree Magpie, his 4'11 frame disappearing and reappearing behind furniture. His outfit was the definition of unfashionable. A hat with long, floppy ears and stripes of orange and blue, as well as

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