Malcom waved the pair off as they left his store. Now returning his focus back to the pair in the back room he seemed to have neglected over the last quarter hour.
He entered the room to find Tobias and Quentin in the midst of their own conversation. "Sorry about that, Tobias. That took a little longer than I had planned" Malcolm said apologetically, taking a seat next to the basitin. "It's good to see that Quentin kept you company though." he said looking up to the wolf and giving him a smile. "Did you guys get up to much while I was out?"
"Yeah, just a little small talk with Quentin here and... promising to let him draw a picture of me." Tobias said a little rushed at the end. Malcolm was a little confused by Quentin's request, taking a moment to look up at the wolf, before giving a shrug "Fair enough I suppose."
"I guess it's time to see if that potion will give you the results you were expecting." Tobias added, wanting to avoid continuing that portion of the conversation.
The basitin lifted his bandaged hand which had a little bit of blood splotched soaked in, but there wasn't any pain he could feel from his hand. That was a good sign as he carefully unwrapped the bandaged layer by layer until his hand was free. The cut was gone, replaced by a fresh inch long scar in the palm of his hand.
"Heh, looks like a successful test, Malcolm."
Once the bastin exposed his hand Malcolm began to study the site in great detail. "Interesting, the tissue seems to have completely regenerated. There's no signs of any permanent scar tissue, although the hair follicles at the site may have sustained some damage." Malcolm paused a moment as he looked back to Tobias "May I?" Malcolm asked, holding his hands out as if to cradle Tobias's hand.
He began to manipulate the hand slightly, slightly rotating to better inspect the area. "Let's see. Colouration looks good. There's no signs of bruising, or uneven healing." Malcolm paused a moment "Now I'm going to gently apply pressure to the area with my thumbs. I just need you to tell me if you feel any pain, or any other sensations, such as burning, numbness or anything else unusual, ok?"
"Alright, that sounds simple enough." Tobias said as Malcolm began applying pressure to his hand. It was a quick enough test, no matter how much pressure was applied to his hand, the basitin didn't feel any pain or discomfort nor any unusual sensations. Everything felt just like it was supposed to, his hand was fully healed.
"Well I felt nothing out the ordinary, so my hand is good as new now. I guess you can let go of my hand now, right Malcolm?" Tobias asked jokingly.
"Hmm? Oh, yes, of course." Malcolm said, his hands retreating quickly to his side. "Sorry about that."
"Anyway, it looks like the test went perfectly. Well at least the healing aspect of it." Malcolm said, slightly worryingly. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine, however if you suddenly start urinating purple, or experiencing abnormal hair growth, you may want to come back and have me look you over again."
"O-oh, I guess I'll keep an eye out for any... abnormal side effects." Tobias said, unsure if Malcolm was trying to be funny or serious. The basitin hoped he was just trying to be funny, given his previous attempt humor was still fresh on in his mind. Malcolm is an "interesting" person to put it one way.
Malcolm's lack of a follow up to his comment seemed to imply that these were very real concerns. "Make sure that you do, some of the ingredients have been known to have some... Strange effects when ingested by kiedran. I'm not as familiar with your anatomy, but I'm pretty sure you lack the glands that cause the reactions. Pretty sure."
"That's a bit more reassuring. All I have to do is just keep you informed of anything unusual and I should be fine." The basitin said with smile. "So I guess that's it, you have your successful experiment completed and I've regained a memory thanks to your tea. Where does that leave us now? "
"Now?" Malcolm said cheerfully, turning to open a cupboard storing a vintage bottle of Lowland's magically enhanced scotch. While the scotch itself was smooth and potent, the special spell enchanted on the bottle at the time of it's sealing, allowed the brew to remain permanently chilled. "Now we celebrate!"
Tobias took the glass offered to him, giving a nod to Malcolm before he took a sip of the scotch. It was definitely one of the better human alcohols he had a chance to drink but it still couldn't hold a flame to Basitin ale. Though it was rare to find on the mainland there had been a couple of times the basitin had found the ale stocked in some high priced taverns and inns, at more than a steep price too.
"What I wouldn't give to have some of that Basitin ale right about now." Tobias muttered in his native language before turning his attention to the wolf keidran. "Now then, I guess it's time for you to get that drawing you wanted. So what did you need me to do for you, hold a particular pose or just act natural?"
"I think I had a bottle stored in my cellar. That stuff is good." Quentin muttered, slightly directed to Tobias, albeit still in Kiedrian, but only slightly directed towards Tobias. He then took the glass offered to him, and downed the whole thing in a gulp. "But it is nice to have something lighter in a while. That stuff gets me drunk nearly everytime." He grinned.
"Anyway, just sit normally. That way the drawing would be better."
"Alright, that's an easy enough." Tobias said, slightly confused by what the wolf meant, it was almost as if he was commenting on his muttering. The basitin busied himself by straightening and smoothing his clothes out in preparation for Quentin to begin drawing, which took no more than a few moments.
Quentin then sat down on a chair in the backroom and opened his sketchbook.
A drawing slipped out of it, then silently fluttered on the floor. If one could recognize it, it was a drawing of one of the busiest street on the Main Isles. Quentin didn't seem to notice it, instead busying himself into searching for one of the graphite sticks that he had always stored in his pack.
The falling drawing caught the Basitin's eye and he reached over to pick it up. It was a picture of a busy street that he didn't recognize packed with people going about their day. "Hey this looks pretty good Quentin, I can't wait to see how well your drawing of me turns out. Where's this place at anyway? I don't recognize it from any of the towns or cities I've come across around here." He said as he examined the picture closely which looked familiar somehow.
"Oh... Sorry. It from somewhere pretty far away... I don't really remember it myself. It should be somewhere in the East..." Technically he was not lying to Tobias, but he still mentally berated himself for the split second decision that he made. Fortunately the test seemed to go exactly as planned, and Tobias seems to really have forgotten the place, or is either very good at pretending. Anyway, he shouldn't be an agent or whatsoever, coming to assassinate him. He was actually quite lucky that he got an exile anyway. Crimes of his magnitude should have been execution. It was both a mixture of fortunate events and several connections, some arranged by his brother, that allowed him to keep his neck intact.
Anyway, Quentin picked up the paper and slipped it back into his notebook, then proceeded to take out a piece of graphite and a cloth, then started sketching the fellow Basitin.
It wasn't long before Quentin finished, and he showed Tobias his sketch.
"How do you think? Is it good enough?"
"Yeah this looks just like me, even got the scar on my cheek too." Tobias said as he looked over Quentin's sketch, his hand brushing over the scar in question. In his own inartistic opinion, the drawing looked pretty good and he was rather impressed with the wolf's drawing skill. The basitin definitely had no drawing skills beyond simple stick figures and scribbles. "You've done a great job Quentin, you're pretty quick and skilled at this."
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.