"Well, I've recently run out of the colors white, black, copper, light brown, dark brown, an auburn brown, cream, apricot, and vermillion. I've been working on a job recently and its just been draining my stores of leather dyes. My assistant has been shedding lately so I can't do any detailed metal work at the moment and have to do other types of work until he is done," Reese ranted to the alchemist.

"Sounds eventful." The woman smiled politely. "Let me go get the crate of dyes for you to chose from." With that she turned to go into the storage room, returning with a rather heavy crate of dyes. They clinked together as she set them on the counter. "Just pick out what you need and Onmund will handle the rest." With that she turned her attention to the last person in the shop. "A mission you say? Sounds exciting! What type of potions will you be needing?"

"Wow, she wasn't joking," Reese said to herself.
The blacksmith picked up the dyes that she needed then went over to where the boy was and said, "I've found all that I need, how much?"

The man looked over the dyes. "Their a copper apiece ma'am." He said with a smile. Something else was on his mind though, one could tell by the way he kept staring off into space. A mission? That's what they needed! A good mission to go on an adventure together. Lydia could watch the kids while they were gone, so no worries there. It had been ages since they had done anything like that! Just a bit of time together away from this normal life.

Reese dug into her pouch and pulled out nine coppers.
"Here's the money, thank you for your help," she said to the alchemist and the apprentice as she gathered her things and left the shop to go back to her forge.

"Easy enough." The man said under his breath as he swiped a pouch of coins from a rather naughty acting child. Serves him right for beating up the younger kids. The pouch only held a few copper coins but it was still better than nothing. Silas gently put the pouch away before making his way to the middle of town where all the action seemed to be happening. Another clocked figure much like himself, how pleasantly timed. With even strides the man made his way over to the other lightly bumping him with and elbow as he pulled the lowest thief in the book. When the bump happened he quickly took the potion from the other man. "Excuse me." Call it a game he was playing, for he had deliberately played off a bad thieft.

Tirneldir quickly slashed at the man's hand with his hidden bade, retracting it before anyone knew what was happening, and took the potion back.
"It's rude to steal." he said to the novice thief.

"Says the equally rude thief." Silas said crossing his arms over his chest. "There's no need to go about slashing at people whom are just saying hello."

"You tried to steal something from me." Tirneldir said, his hand on his chain-knife.

"I was going to give it back." The man smiled looking the person in front of him over. "Why would someone like you need a potion any ways?"