Hecthor
"Okay, I'm pretty tired now." The horned man walked over and took a sit under a tree. "I've gathered more than enough slime, I think. I don't think I can get any better at killing them though. The again, they are just bouncing around, they can't really do much harm." He looked at the big filled with different colored slime. "Okay so that girl used the red ones to make some potion that made me regain my energy. What do the other colors do?" He looked at the bag, going through the different colors, trying to imagine what each of them could accomplish. "Guess I could ask in town."
He stood up, gathered his things and began making his way back to town. It seemed the local natives were still not used to him, as their eyes followed him everywhere, with every step he took, a new set of eyes landed on him. He felt like he should leave soon, but he couldn't just jump into a world he didn't know about. If there was a way to make the slimes into potions, he could use them to travel across the land to another village, where the citizens weren't spooked by him. At last, he found a shop labeled, alchemy.
"Hello?" Hecthor called out as he stepped inside and the bill chimed. "I need to know how to make potions with slime."
A crazy red haired lady emerged from behind the counter, wearing thick purple glasses, with one side broken. "Slime into potions? That's easy. You new here? I charge for making each one, if you don't got money, you might as well sell those slimes."
"Uh well I got a little bit. How much would you charge for all of these?" Hecthor dumped the entire collection of different colored slimes he had spent hours collecting.
The lady look astonished and then gave Hecthor a sinister look. "How about we make a deal?"