A Traveling Merchant

Over the hills and dales of this enchanted land you wander. Cart loaded with supplied both mundane, and sinister to seek your fortune, and corrupt the world. It's a good day, a hard day, a long day. The path is good, and the way is clear, but the way is long. The woods and fields, pass by and by and by and by, and almost hypnotize as you go. As well as that you are distracted, positively pleased with the task you've been given you fantasize and drool about the many wonders of your goddess you can bring to this blighted and ignorant world. Cock Bats, Vagina mouths, rivers of liquid lust, the wonders go on, and a great many people in this great empire aren't the least bit aware of them. Well that's the kind of ignorance that should change!

So pleased are you with your own thoughts that you don't notice the wanderer on the side of the road until she calls out to you. "Pardon me stranger, can I ask for a lift to Wolfsbane?"

You almost jump out of your skin in shock, briefly think that you cover was blown and that the world already knew your mission. Then you realize a great many people have reason to go to a very popular town like Wolfsbane. You peek over the side of your cart to the road below and see a young brunette with a short haircut sat down on the side of the road. She's wearing some very fine clothing that would be impossible to wear on a journey in less secure countries. But The Kingdom, capital K was about as safe as could be, minus you of course.

She had a backpack loaded with items, a merchant's bundle obviously, and one of her feet was twisted at an angle that made even you queasy.

"What happened?" You're afraid to ask.

"Gofer hole." She says pleasantly. "I bet my last horse is laughing his tail off in the afterlife right about now."

You smile, quite charmed by her easy going nature. "I'm an alchemist I can whip you up a potion to take care of that?"

She chuckles, and rubs her ankle. "For free?" She looks up at you with big brown eyes, that leak insincerity.

You roll your own eyes, and look away to hide another smile. You haven't had a conversation with another person who wasn't trying to kill or fuck you in years. It was nice! You liked the outside world! "The ride is free, the potion will cost you."

"You drive a hard bargain." She holds up her arms. "Alright bring on the potion."

"This will be just a moment." You gesture to the cauldron in your cart. "Just gotta cook it up. Ya like cherry?"

"Love it."

You swing your leg over the backside of the cart, and start rifling through your potion materials. She seems like a nice enough Gal, but you're not just going to let an opportunity like this slip you by. You're a man of your word, but what's the harm in mixing her healing potion with something else? Two good deeds, and one bad, leaves the world a better place!

You navel gaze for a moment on what potions would be good for this situation.

Minor Lust Potion. This potion will cause the imbiber to feel uncontrollable lust and devotion to whatever creature they see first. Lasts for 8 hours.

Elixir of Goblinoid Fertility. This elixir causes indiscernable alterations to the imbiber's reproductive capabilities. Any offspring sired by the creature will always be a goblin, and said offspring are born within three days of conception. Goblins will mature quickly, and must be manually trained. Lasts until dispelled.

Minor Abyssal Mutagen. (WARNING: potential body horror!) This mutagen causes the imbiber to slowly gain minor physical mutations over time. Repeated consumption of this mutagen accelerates and intensifies the transformation. Lasts until dispelled.