Boneclaw presented his letter of introduction from the Alchemist and Apothecary Guild.
"We have something in common", the kenku commented in a coy young woman's voice, followed by an older male voice:"There is wisdom in cooperation".
"Let us bless this community with a union between these two people", he said solemnly, pointing out himself and Alban.
"We can corner the market together, crush the competition and rake in all the moolah", he continued in a rakish halfling voice pointing out the herbalist and alchemy kits, then thought about the sentence, shook his head and tried another sentence that fit better:"Together we can build something beautiful".
He tilted his head at Alban.

Alban sits down by the small fire and listens intently to Boneclaw's words and takes a closer look Boneclaw's guild letter of introduction.  Noting the charte rbranch's name of origin Alban hands the letter back.  "It would appear that destiny has brought us together for a purpose."  Alban considers for a moment and nods his head.  "I agree to cooperate with you in this business venture; to combine our talents and resources and craft whatever alchemical and apothercary needs for this settlement."

Alban looks around the immediate surroundings and up at the sky and weather.  "We would be better off with a workshop and housing for the business.  It would make it easier to craft finished products and for clients to find the shop.  Do you have any gold coin to put towards the startup costs of constructing a shop? If so how much?"

Boneclaw counted out 18 gold pieces. He also pointed out a wooden box with powdered silver, a whole bunch of vials, alchemy gear and herbal essences.
"It ain't a lot, bub", Boneclaw used the voice of a gruff woodsman.
He pointed out the sign.
"Let's cook meds, birch ", the voice was of some kid he'd known at alchemy class.

Listening to Boneclaw Alban's suspicions were correct, but he shrugs a little; more to himself than to Boneclaw and considers.  "I have 106 gold pieces at the moment. After completing my patrol shift I should have another 25 gold pieces at least; giving me 131 gold pieces total.  Erret Smith mentioned the night shift patrols would pay out more than the day shift patrols, but he didn't say how much more."

Calculations running across his eyes Alban considers a moment and replies,  "Erret has already promised me to build a small cabin and workshop for 150 gold pieces. With your 18 gold pieces we would be 1 gold piece short, but we can make that up easy.  Also we can share the cabin in shifts for now if you would like until we can have another small cabin depending on our patrol shifts.  It appears I will be taking mostly the night shift patrols since I can see in the dark well. I have brought enough raw materials with to craft about 250-300 gold pieces worth of finished goods, and Jessep has already agreed to sell these goods for me for a part of the profits if we can't see the items ourselves to the other adventurers. " Glancing over at Boneclaw to make sure he was following along.  "What do you think of this plan?"

The Kenku nodded and tried to formulate a sentence in one voice, honey-tongued:"I can provide guidance .." and continued in another, :" .. our efforts will be more successful that way". He pointed to his holy symbol and mimicked praying.

(i have Guidance cantrip so we ought to be able to add 1d4 to our rolls to create stuff)

Listening to Boneclaw words and motions Alban understood the jist of what was being said Alban replies, "Providing divine and arcane services to anyone who needs them will definitely help matters. I will go have a talk with Erret about buiding our workshop and get the ball rolling, so to speak."

Boneclaw nodded and began preparations to create his herbal mixtures.
"Off with ya then, pretty thing", he agreed, using a gruff sailor's voice.
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An hour after he had left the inn, Verbannt appeared outside again.  This time, he did not walk towards the front door of the inn, but rather to the cart parked next to it.

"To who does this cart belong?"

He called out, his barrel chest ensuring that the deep basso rumble carried far enough that even those within the inn could hear him.

Boneclaw was inside the cart, preparing to brew potions and he stuck out his head when Lucas came by:"Why hello there", in a child's voice.

"Ah, the Bone Priest."

Verbannt said with a distinct lack of readable expression.

"I do not know the name of your people, or yourself,  but I would hear both if you would share.  You are the one trained in potionlore then?  I would have words with you."

"It's a kenku", he pointed to himself and listened to verbannt.

"Bugbear."

He said, pointing to himself, though he did not know if the Kenku knew what his kind was or not.

"Among those gathered here, I am called Verbannt."

He clarified, though it was a strange turn of phrase, suggesting that elsewhere he went by other names.

"It is your intent to supply potions and salves to this outpost."

He glanced up at the sign, the words less a question and more of a statement.

"I have worked with the matriarchs of my Clan in the making of such things, and know many of the herbs and ingredients.  How do you intend to provide the raw materials for your craft?"

Boneclaw rubbed his beak and looked at Verbannt with an inquiring eye.
"I think you are about to make me an offer", he said with the voice of a shopkeeper he'd met several years ago, always eager to haggle.

"My woodslore is strong, as is my herbslore."

He reached into his backpack, and carefully withdrew a small red flower.  Any herbalist worth their salt would have recognized the pale color of Hallas Blossom, one of the foundational ingredients of any potion of healing.

"And I spend a great deal of time out in the woods.  It is the widsom of the matriarch that teaches me to plant a garden and tend to its care.  It is my will that such a garden flourishes and grows.  So a second time I ask you, Kenku, how do you intend to provide for the raw materials of your craft?"

Seeing Lukas and Boneclaw talking around the campfire near the wagon Alban approaches the two and begins to listen on the conversation between the two.  "We plan to buy or trade raw materials from the adventurers here at the settlement when they find them in the area. Are you interested in developing a greenhouse to grow plants of interest to you?"

Alban walks over to the back of the cart and puts the tailgate down; creating a small workspace for himself.  Taking out ingredients, vials, tools, etc from his backpack Alban prepares to make a batch of potions and alchemy chemicals...



With Boneclaw's help we will craft 23 items between the two of us: 2 antitoxins, 16 potions of healing, and 5 alchemist's fire vials. Total raw material costs = 230gp. Total value = 1,150gps. 230xps generated for Boneclaw and Alban each.




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Keep in mind that each downtime unit spent takes 8 hours. Working together that will take 11.5 downtime units. That means you also need to pay lifestyle expenses for about 6 days (but you may still take more jobs while you do it)
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"Green house?"

Verbannt copied the words, but was clearly unfamiliar with them.

Turning towards Lukas Alban replies, "A place to grow plants indoors, away from the weather and the elements, in a more controlled surrounding. Back home we call such a place a greenhouse since plants are mostly green and usually fills the whole house." Alban says with a grin.
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PM

!!Wares for Sale!!

Potions of Healing, Alchemist's Fire, and Antitoxin for sale!

Verbannt bared his teeth, but there was no growl accompanying it.  It might have been a frown, it was hard to say on his monstrous features.

"Plants need light..."

He trailed off, considering.

"... I suppose with enough glass you could create something like that, but the herbs which grow here are accustomed to the elements of this place.   Intentionally cutting them off from nature?  Seems foolish."

He shrugged.

"I intend to have a garden, in which the herbs that I find through my forestcraft may grow.

Welcome one and all!

With the news of new magic item shops in the Rimewood visit Alban at the alchemy shop.

We can help you get more your bang for your gold!

OOC: we can turn 7gp into a 23gp net profit per downtime unit.

Let us help you!

Izayah left the town hall and walked around a bit. Finally, he made his way over to the fairly new shop. He entered and looked around slowly.

Assuming someone was there he said, "Hello. I saw yer job postin'...well...advert is more like really...an' I admit t'bein' curious how this money-makin' scheme o'yers works."

Hearing the bell ring above the door to the shop as someone walks in a gnome dressed in work clothes and a well worn apron comes bustling in from the work area where the sound of several people are working.  "I'm coming, I'm coming!" You hear him shout as he shuffles into view in the front of the shop; wiping sweat from his brow and his hands with a cloth.

The little man walks up with his small hand extended and shakes the customer's hand. "Welcome! Welcome! My name is Alban and I am one of the proprietors who run this shop.  We specialize in alchemy substances and potions here.  How may I help you?"

Listening intently Alban considers the customer's question with smile on his face.  "Good.  I am glad the advertisement is getting noticed.  In answer to your question we have secured some trade agreements with other parties in the region who are willing to trade potions for magic items.  Hence the claim on the advertisement.  In general for about 7gps of raw materials we are able to craft and then trade the potions for 30gp each; A net profit of 23 gps.  These 30gps are then used as credit towards the purchase of a magic item, spell, or formula." Alban pauses to gauge the customer's reaction to his words.
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Izayah listened to the shopkeep with one eyebrow raised. He took in the 'plan' to make money. He frowned lightly and spoke up. "Sooooo..." He scratched the bridge of his nose. "I just wanna make sure I've got this right."

He glanced at Alban. "I would give you seven gold pieces. I would then, later, get thirty gold pieces....No, sorry, wait, twenty-three gold pieces...of credit in the shop?"