Upon hearing Izroth's words, a look of realization flashed through Quicksil's eyes. Then following moment, Quicksil cupped his hand into his fist.
"It has been too long since I've rested my eyes. I almost made an unforgivable mistake. I truly must be tired and not thinking straight. One's age does not necessarily determine one's abilities. But, Izroth... Why is it that this name sounds so familiar?" Quicksil reflected inwardly.
As Quicksil briefly pondered, his brows rose as if something lost had returned to him.
"Would you happen to be the same Izroth who recently became an Honorary Elder of the Apothecary Guild? Then, to verify your identity, that item..." Quicksil inquired in anticipation.
"Will this suffice?" Izroth said as the Apothecary Guild's Honorary Elder badge appeared in his hand.
Quicksil looked at the badge and recognized it at a glance. Without a doubt, the person before him was an Honorary Elder of the Apothecary Guild.
