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| Acromantula
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Originally Posted by Jack Roller The jar of leeches sloshed under his arm as he turned. Help? Did he want help? Mmm..it would make this go quicker. The quicker he was out of here, the quicker he could get a drink at Moribund’s. Maybe he could send this guy to find a few of the items on his list – you know, the ones he had no idea what they were or looked like. ”Sure,” he said. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his list of ingredients. He gave it a quick once over. ”I need…a pound of horned slugs, 3 pounds of fluxweed and boomslang skin.” He made a hmmm-ing noise and then made a face. ”Oh blargghhh… and about 10 ounces of rat spleen.” That was gross. Yep – no way he was going to go near that. What was wrong with potion people? Why would anyone want rat spleen? He tucked the paper away, sure he could gather up the rest of the ingredients on his own. In fact…behind the shopkeep’s head was another ingredient he needed; long braided strand of knot grass. Ah…a list.
A man on a mission. One that he seemed uncomfortable with. He certainly wasn’t a familiar face in this shop in recent times. Gideon almost asked for said list but settled on doing his best to keep a mental one of his own. Best not to make the man more awkward than he appeared by asking for it in case he was possessive of the knowledge on the list. “Right…” he answered with a nod to show he was indeed listening. Then the first thing he did was summon a basket from the pile kept by the door, the better to gather a bunch of items without trying to juggle them. “Well you were close to the slugs,” he mused, putting a few in a container that allowed them to remain fresh. Leeches and slugs were kept near as they were similar in properties. Putting the container in the basket, Gideon moved onto the next closest item, his familiarization with the exact shop layout a plus. “Boomslang skin…” he identified as he picked up the item, adding it as well. A turn around the corner and up the next aisle got the rat spleen already in a jar which was added to the basket. "I'll weigh that at the counter to make sure its enough," he assured the man.
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