Exodus

[First time with a woman!]

[Pleasure share added]- (curse) marked target feels the same pleasure you do. Can be marked from a distance of up to 5 meters.

Vixen had made Sarah cum another couple times, now she felt brimming with energy. She knew now she had to be careful with her Stamina consumption. She exited the wagon quietly as Sarah laid there with her legs still twitching. She transformed into her swarm of bats and flew off to Furnsville. 

She had arrived only a couple hours later right as the sun crested over the distant mountain tops. Furnsville was in between a town and a city, population of a city but the architecture of a town. It had taken advantage of the dense woods in its surroundings for most buildings to be made of more log cabin type homes and inns. 

The campaign posters and propaganda made it apparent that Furnsville ran by elected officials, as someone named Greg Dunburry was the current mayor.

The mayor was almost certainly a prime candidate for her interrogation, but that was a pretty high profile target. She wanted to see what she could glean from the low hanging fruit, like his secretary or his personal guard. 

As she walked around, she had to admit that Furnsville was beautiful.  It was a place intertwined with the forest so even though you were inside the city limits, it never felt like you left the forest. 

The market stalls and wares reflected their lifestyle, wild game such as boars and rabbit were traded as the primary source of protein, weapon stalls consisted more of bows and short sword weapons to deal with the reduced space between trees, and the garments were all made to blend in better with the woods instead of colors that aligned with fashion trends. 

This city from the architecture to the products all focused more on practicality than other cities of similar size.  

The day was warmer than it had been in quite a while so Vixen opted to just wearing her normal land shark armor instead of hiding herself with her travelers cloak. Every third person glanced her way, almost staring, men and even some women anywhere from ages thirteen to the elderly. 

She navigated to the local inn which was a cozy as she was expecting. A small number of stairs led downward and opened up into a grand entrance way adorned with wooden tables, benches and earth toned couches. They were scattered around a massive stone fireplace which was the focal point of the room.

 Off to the far left side was a receptionist area where the people could view bounties placed by the city guards. These bounties usually required the job taker to travel away from the city since the guards had to be within the city limits. 

These jobs included subjugation of a particular dangerous or destructive monster that was sighted too close to the city or emergency herb requests for medicines. This board in particular was riddled with herb gathering requests, which was unsurprising considering the proximity to Alchemist Mountain Range. 

Citizens could also place bounties on this board, people in search of doctors or handyman, or other rewards for goods and services. 

On the right side of the room was a full bar and restaurant, where stairs leading to the rooms were also located. Taxidermy heads of animals and some monsters could be seen throughout the inn decorating their walls. 

Vixen first went to the left to rent a room for herself, each night only a couple of copper. She happily paid, they were a more modest inn within the city and because of Alchemist Mountain they had no shortage of visitors. 

"Where exactly is Alchemist Mountain? I needed to grab some rare herbs for my potions," Vixen asked the receptionist. 

The receptionist shook her head and pointed to a sign that was easily looked over.

All information about Alchemist Mountain can only be discussed in private after showing their license. Failure to abide by these rules will result in HARSH punishment. 

'Well damn, I have to get an alchemy license, it shouldn't be too hard with the skill I stole,' she thought.

"Where can I obtain a license?" Before the receptionist could answer another patron of the inn burst out with laughter from behind her.

"You think getting an Alchemist license is that easy? Please people study for years just to increase the skill to level two."

Vixen turned and cross her arms over her chest and gave him a mean look. The man was human, long scraggly blonde hair, stubble faced, and a crooked nose from being broken one too many times.

"I don't believe I asked for your opinion nor in fact was I even talking to you," Vixen said with a little poison to her voice. 

"Whoa ho! You're hot! I'll tell ya what missy, spend the night or a few with me and I'll show you all the ropes of alchemy so you can pass your license test?"

Vixen simply turned around and resumed talking to the receptionist, the man with the crooked nose did not like being ignored so blatantly. 

'I'll make it so you can never ignore me again, I swear it, upon my name Jude.'

"Well they hold an exam at the end of each week, due to the proximity of the mountain range we have quite a lot of people every week trying to get their license." The receptionist informed Vixen. 

"Where do I sign up?"

"Over there on the advertisement board. If it's full you'll have to sign up for the following week."

"Thank you Ms." 

Vixen walked over to the sign board, and as she expected, the list was completely full. There were three days still till the end of the week and it was already full. There were some spots for the following week so she jotted her name down. She now needed to buy materials and recipes to practice for her alchemy license. 

She walked around town and noticed that there were many shops dedicated to alchemy and they were all separated out by the level of mastery in the service. From what Vixen could gather from walking around town was five professional tiers: Alchemist the basic title for anyone potion brewing, journeyman, master, grandmaster, and King. There can only ever be one king and there's a competition every few years to obtain it.

The King was allowed to live in the alchemist mountain range at the small villa provided. Big cities usually have no more than three grandmaster alchemists. This city had one grandmaster and six master alchemists. The criteria was to make a particularly difficult potion or pill successfully. 

Vixen decided she wanted to go to the grandmaster for training since she might as well ask the big kahuna themself. 

It took Vixen the better part of an hour to find the grandmaster's shop. It was the most unimpressive shop  she has seen. 

The building itself was about the size of a park bathroom. Inside, there were absolutely no potions on display, the only reason she knew she was in an apothecary was due to the alchemical glassware in the back behind the counter. 

A woman in her late forties came out from the back grumpily, "If you know the name of the potion I can tell you the ingredients to get, if you know what effects you want in the potion I'll tell you the ingredients to get. You provide the ingredients and I'll make you the potion. What will it be?"

"Can you train me to pass for the alchemist license?" Vixen asked politely bowing her head.