Fading flasks

Without thinking twice Dean hands the good potion to the man whose wife is about to give birth, then he turns to the other one. Quickly, show me to the watchman, i know a bit of medicine and healing magic. hesitant to share one of his many aspirations out-loud he grabs his trusty set of thieves tools and follows the watchman, after dragging the both men out and quickly closing the shop before leaving.

Throughout the whole event hawk makes sure to stay next to Dean. Quietly accessing the situation.

Not wasting time lad kneels next to the man and begins to go through his tools...

Dean quickly finds the right tool for the job, if exactly the small mirror, he concentrates on it as he positions the mirror close to the body, in a position where it reflects the wound he begins to murmur a healing spell, drawing the power from within himself and concentrating on the mirror as Dean casts cure wounds.

The wound begins to visibly fade away, as if getting sucked into the mirror. With the fading wound the lad becomes visibly paler...

Yes... Recently the new generations of crafters have started to study the basics of magic that would assist us in our craft. Even though most attempts are successful, the magic potential is still very limited if compared to the clergy... while explaining Lad holds his head, he hasn't used magic in a while, hence his body wasn't ready for the sudden pressure causing a headache. He thinks...Do i have enough materials to replace the potions at the shop?... Or any coin meant for them... What were the ingredients prices? before giving the guards an answer about his reward.

Dean is taken aback by the sudden money-giving action from the guard, he does accept it tho with a confused Yes .... Thank you. he definitely wasn't expecting a reward.

He hurriedly returns to the shop and is startled by his father. Father, what do going on? Why are there so many people here? Is there another civil dispute?.... usually at moments like those the potions become quite sought after...

Dean probably gets dragged into the back-room where the workshop is located after father asks the question he scratches his head, disturbing the dark locks, and thinks out loud Honestly, i don't know, potions once completed are supposed to last for centuries....by the looks of it they have gone bad, been like that since the morning. I sold the last good one and then took off to help out the other client personally. Couldn't leave a man to die on the street now, could i? by the end of his explanation Dean is already at the caldron, pouring in the water and starting the fire. To begin the brewing process. Father, do we have enough materials for them? Do you know how many batches we have left? he asks with a serious manner Because of the whole morning event i didn't get to check the inventory.... If i will get sent to the market, i should look around with other brewers, maybe we even will be forced to raise the prices... he thinks while reaching for the needed ingredients... How are we doing on the rest of the potions?

While brewing the potions, in the meantime Dean variates between tending to a rare customer, doing small repair work, people often brought their favorite or inherited piecies to the shop to be polished up or repaired, some even brought dull kitchen knives to be sharpened, or, if time allows, study a book, borrowed from the library, about the local useful wild-plantlife. After all, he believes that he should know about the plants he's working with.

While he's doing that Hawk stays at the shop area, alerting the owners about potential customers, despite the fact that they do have a bell attached to the doorframe.

Dean takes the bad potion and looks at it with bevilderment Interesting, what do you think Could be the cause of the phenomenon... Did you add anything extra to the brew?

Come morning the two men exit the workroom sleepy... This is not the first time Dean had to pull an all-nighter, so he's doing alright, better than his father in many cases, it seems like the age of the old man is slowly getting the better of him, he leads the tired man to the second floor of their shop, the living area, and tucks him into his bed.

Then heads back down, makes himself some strong tea, puts the good potions away, before grabbing 200 gp out of the store savings to buy more healing root. I need more materials to find the cause of this... spoiling phenomenon... he looks at the time, the old mechanical watch he made for his father's birthday, out of scrap parts the shabby old thing holds many warm memories, hanging proud over the register.

It's 6 in the morning, he still has a couple of hours on his hands, so the lad packs his experimental brew, he didn't have the chance to test it yesterday, and one of the bad potions in his bag and heads to the Crafters guild. An issue like this should be reported... but i better keep silent about the specifics... after that he plans to head to the market to grab some more healing root, after all they only have 1 left ...

Dean goes to the side of the building and enters to the back door, one of the Old crafters, his senior and teacher should be inside.... he goes looking for the old man. This may be way more serious than just a batch of bad roots....no joke the man didn't complain, he thought it was cheap.... though I am glad that father is not losing his skill...

The mechanical bird flies around Dean surveying the area from the above. Looking out so that nothing gets stolen from its owner.

The lad tries his best at wiggling his way out of the extra work, he has a shop and loads of projects of his own to dabble in...
I'm really sorry, but father has been feeling under the weather lately, i have no one else to look after him... knowing that staying longer won't answer any questions Dean scurries out, on the way back he buys 3 more healing roots reminding himself that people that don't solve problems get nowhere and heads back to the shop...

Dean sighs at the sight of the inflation...If this continues I better start learning herbalism myself.. he buys 6 roots for 90 gp, still having 110 from the store's founds left he returns to his store.

He greets his father at the entrance, return the 110 gp and puts the roots in the workshop. During a moment when the shop is empty Dean turns to his father. Theres quite an uproar in the guild, it looks like the problem is way bigger than a batch of bad roots. They're turning over the whole inventory...Then the market price of the roots rose 3 times, I bought 6, in case they get higher so I have enough to conduct some experiments together with you, I think I have a clue about the part that went wrong.... he thinks for a moment...Was his father able to cast spells? if yes what spells did he know?

From the side one could say that the problem has gotten the lad quite excited.