Part Five
About a month passes by and all my friends are gathered at my place for our usual biweekly DND session. We're all getting set up when my one friend goes, “You'll never guess what happened on my way home the other day!”
I instantly had a funny feeling about this but before I could do anything with it my other friends are eagerly asking “what”.
“There was this beautiful, yet plain looking, young man with shoulder length mud-colored hair, and stunning blue eyes. He was out hitchhiking and something told me I should stop.”
My partner and I glance at each other and I mouth ‘oh no’ to him as we both know all too well where this is going.
“Then what?” One of my other friends asks.
“Now normally I wouldn't do something like this of course, but as I stopped I rolled down my window and unlocked my doors for him, then I said, ‘the king has requested the presence of both the Wizard Pendragon and the Sorcerer Jenkin.’ As he got in he replied, ‘Ill go but only because I must.’”
They then continue to tell us all about how they took this man where he needed to go then said, “oh yeah! After that he handed me this as a reward for helping him out,” and they pulled out a small potion bottle. “When I asked him what it was he said it was one of his famous hair color potions but didn't tell me for what color”.
The potion bottle's color seemed to be constantly changing, making it impossible to even begin to guess what color it was for, “you should try it, I mean, it'd be a waste not to right?” I say to them.
They shrug like ‘why not’ before careful pouring a small amout on a few strands of there hair, just enough for a streak of color to test it. Their hair keeps changing colors for a few seconds before settling on a golden yellow. As I see my friend's face go from a curious look to a shocked one at the color their colored streak of hair switches to a very bright pink.
“I think the color might changed based off mood,” one of my other friends suggests. In an attempt to test this we suggest they try to think of something that makes them sad, and sure enough the streak changes colors again, this time to a deep blue.
“Try anger,” their partner suggests, and then my friend's hair changes colors again, this time to a deep crimson red. We all gawk at this and think it extremely cool, and my friend decided they're going to save the rest of the potion for later as they have no idea how long it will last.
My partner and I then explain to them about how often similar events keep seeming to happen, and then I somewhat jokingly, though definitely sadly say, “it's not fair, everyone else got a gift but Gandalf didn't give me anything, I feel scammed.” The last bit was especially jokingly said. We then start our session and continue on our DND adventure.
And this is the end of the story of The Mysterious Hitchhikers… or is it?