Talk:Gandharva/@comment-31522620-20170317224048

I have a friend who's a merchant back in another province. When he told me he needed the fur of a Cheshire Cat, I returned days later with a wheelbarrow of it. When he told me he needed a hellhound's fire, I came back a week after with a jar of the stuff. When he told me he needed the fragrance of a Gandharva, well.. I had to draw the line.

Cheshire cats? Predictable with practice.

Hellhounds? Easy to exploit their weak spot.

But a Gandharva? If so much as an iota of their fragrance hits my nose, I'd be on the ground screaming take me before I knew it. And the songs. One note and I'm begging for more. I told him I couldn't do it. No way. Nuh-uh. Never. Not for a continent of treasure. I'd rather hug a weresheep.

It's been five months since I went to get that fragrance. I don't think I'll ever get back to him on that.