Billy stopped at one of the benches and began to shift through jars of ingredients, searching not only for his ingredients but a handful of others. He picked up one of the jars and scrunched his nose at it; all of the ingredients at the bench seemed so foreign or so specific in its uses that it wouldn't do any good for the potion Billy needed to brew. It was one of the downsides of looking for ingredients in an observatory: there was not a "common use" section.
"It won't affect your daily life," he promised. "It'll just provide me an extra layer of protection." That was the extent of the explanation he could give. Anymore hints and he might as well be able to find the name of the potion himself, which would give him clues for a workaround that Billy didn't want him to have.
"I need asphodel, to start. The some boomslang skin." He was tempted to try and find substitutes for some of the ingredients, but the last time he'd done that he'd ended up here.
"It won't affect your daily life," he promised. "It'll just provide me an extra layer of protection." That was the extent of the explanation he could give. Anymore hints and he might as well be able to find the name of the potion himself, which would give him clues for a workaround that Billy didn't want him to have.
"I need asphodel, to start. The some boomslang skin." He was tempted to try and find substitutes for some of the ingredients, but the last time he'd done that he'd ended up here.
