Well, this place was interesting.
And by interesting, he meant if one enjoyed the creepy-crawlies of pickled and dried…what-have-yous that lined the shelves. Personally? Jack had never been one for potions. In fact, he’d barely passed the class in school and that was mostly because he had been pretty damn good at copying what other people were doing, not because he had any skill with the cauldron. Nope. Jack possessed no skill with potions AT ALL.
He tapped on a jar. The thing inside didn’t move. That was at least good. He walked on, deeper into the shop. He picked up an item, only to put it back and pick up another. From one shelf to another he wandered. Anyone watching him would think him mad or that he clearly had no clue where to look for the ingredients on the list in his pocket. Sure, he could have gone to one of his contacts in Knockturn for this, gotten all the ingredients without much work on his part. But as the items he was asked to obtain weren’t black-market and he had been given the means to procure them in an honest manner, it was safer to get them through legal means. Whatever his client wanted with the items, well, that was their business not his.
He picked up a bottle of Nettles and gave them a shake. As it he put it back, the cover rattled. He moved one down the row, dragging a finger along the bottles as he went. AH! Here was one item he needed!
He grabbed the container of leeches and tucked it under an arm. |