Oh hello there. My name is Chester. Chester Grummel. I’m Grayson’s father. You may know him. Or maybe not. I dunno. Either way, I am a Master Potioneer, and I run Grummel’s Potion Shop in the heart of the Spellcaster District.
Things have been a little crazy for me recently with the Frugg’al Games coming to town. Everyone wants an Eagle Eye potion, or an Aqua Breath, or a Spending Mending potion to curb their urge of snatching up all the Frugg’al memorabilia (I believe vendors have raised their prices only because of the event being in town, those sniveling weebles). Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to talk so foul. Anyways, the orders keep piling in so fast it’s getting hard to keep up. And if there’s one thing anyone who knows me will tell ya, it’s that I’m not organized. Nope. Not even in the least bit. I know I should get organized one of these days, but it’s just not me. I kinda thrive on the chaos that is disorganization. Keeps me on my toes I guess.
But I’m not complaining. The money’s good. Especially since I’m trying to save up for a pair of those new Multi-Plane Observation Optics (MPO2) for my boy. The way they zoom in on the playing field, allowing you to see things from the player’s perspective is just…is just…well magical. He’s had his eye on a pair of those for awhile now. And if I know my son, he and his friends will find some way of getting into the Lokay Tournaments, so they could get some early use.
That reminds me, I need to swing by The Meats Meet and pick up a couple hams for my wife Delilah’s dinner party tomorrow night. They have this one ham that’s soaked in a lemon-curry sauce for two days and then fried for a few moments to give it a little crunch. Oh man! There’s nothing better.
And while I’m at it, let me just add…two bottles of glacier mist…and phantom extract. Sorry about that. I’m compiling a list of ingredients I need for the giant order of Eagle Eye potions I just got. I’ll probably have to send my shop hand Hortwangler up to Hargraves Market for them. I’ll tell ya, that Hortwangler…he’s a good man. He always does as he’s asked and I never hear a peep from him. He’s like a mouse with how quiet he is around the shop. Heh, sometimes I don’t even think he’s here with how quiet he is. He’s been working for me for years now though. I don’t think I could run this place without him.
Yeah the ol’ potion shop wasn’t where I always envisioned myself. No, when I was growing up, I wanted to be a Charmer. You know, put spells and enchantments on objects. Back in the day it used to be a lucrative business. But things got all…commercialized thanks to the Specialized Enchantments Division (SED). By the time I was powerful enough to actually use my abilities, most of the Charming business had closed up and the few remaining enchantment jobs went to the SED. But it’s alright. I enjoy being a potioneer. At least I know I’ll never have to worry about getting sick…I’ll just whip up a Horngrape Salve (mostly a concoction of Horngrapes and firefly thorax) to fight off whatever it is.
Well my apologies, but I really must get back to these potion orders. I just got an order for…oh goodness…thirty one Aqua Breath potions for Daniel Benson. Yeesh.