"I told her that the wheat went in last." The man said returning from the store room with the bottles. "Potion exploded is all."

"Ah." Tirneldir said knowledgeably. He turned to the man's apprentice.
"It's been many years since he has taken up an apprentice. You are very fortunate to be able to study under the best Alchemist in all of Gondor." he said.

The woman smiled politely holding back a laugh. "I wouldn't go as far as saying I'm the best alchemist, or even remotely decent." The man said setting the bottles down for Toril to fill. "By that's very kind of you." With that said he returned to the counter. "What can I do for you friend?"

"I need a lesser healing potion. I'm going on a dangerous journey into Mirkwood Forest to hunt spirit animals." he said, pulling some gold from his pouch.

"U-um hello, I- uck, what that smell?!" Evelyn covered her nose as she entered the room.

"No helping it I suppose," Reese said before she went off.

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As she opened the door, she was greeted by a very unpleasant smell. Luckily, all of those years working in the forge muted her sense of smell to some degree, so she was able to endure this attack on her nose a bit better than somebody else would.
"Excuse me? Do you carry any leather dyes?" Reese asked the shop owner.

"Potion exploded, that's all." Tirneldir said.

"Oh my, um, anyways I was sent to get some potions for a journey or something, I don't know too many details, but mind if I see what kind of potions are here?" Evelyn asked, her voice naturally very quiet.

"Coming right up!" The woman said pouring the liquid into one of the smaller bottles. "The best alchemist there botched a potion is all. Luckily he wasn't hurt, I would have had to worry about that if he had been." Toril said walking behind the counter with the bottle. Setting it down she turned to the next person in line. "Dyes you say? We have plenty of dyes! What color are you looking for?"
"That will be 2 coppers." The man said blushing a bit at what Toril said about him. She seemed to worry about him enough as it was. Just the other day she was worried that he couldn't get to town on his own when she had cut her leg up pretty bad. He had come here for a potion, that was after a lot of nagging on her part.

Tirneldir handed the man two copper coins, and headed out the door. On his way out, he accidentally bumped into one of the Shire-folk, a hobbit.
"Wotch were you're goin' mister!" the halfling said angrily.
"Sorry."