The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 26

"I'll take just one-fifth." Alavin entered the cave.

The mercenaries followed him in. The air inside was remarkably fresh; even a deep breath felt revitalizing. Indeed, the small hill was a network of ancient tree roots, intertwining and dense. At the heart of the cave, several old roots wrapped around a palm-sized patch of moss, from which the rich Restoration Aether emanated.

Alavin took only his share, one-fifth of the Evergreen Lichen, and no more.

The man in black warned, "Do not consume too much of it. Eat just a little each day and wait until it's fully absorbed before having more. If you don't, your body will start to petrify, and a tree will sprout from within. I'm not spinning you a yarn; such things have happened before."

"Thanks for the heads-up. I must be going now."

"Hold, friend, may I inquire about your name?"

"Alavin."

"Are you traveling alone? The woods are perilous. Would you care to join our company?"

"I appreciate the offer, but I have matters to attend to."

"You're not a Protégé of Cobalt Strike, are you?" A mercenary suddenly piped up, remembering a warning from two days past about Protégés of Cobalt Strike coming to these parts to forage for herbs, advising them to keep their distance and avoid trouble.

Alavin nodded and took his leave.

The man in black completely abandoned any thought of reclaiming the Evergreen Lichen, not wishing to cross Cobalt Strike. Judging by Alavin's prowess, he must have been a Senior Protégé, and there were likely others nearby on a similar quest for herbs. With that thought, they hurriedly departed. They dared not rob Alavin, lest he call upon his brethren to turn the tables on them.

An ancient Evergreen Lichen, was such a rare treasure, coveted even by Protégés of Cobalt Strike.