"That's a bummer. Why is it so hard to find even such a simple potion recipe, that too in such a large Wizard city?"
Ian said in distress while placing a few other potion bottles on the counter for the old man to scan.
However, surprisingly, his figure was quite different from his usual self. Instead of the handsome figure from before, he now appeared short, with subtle changes in his face, unkempt hair, and dark circles under his eyes, as if he had been up all night doing who knows what.
Even his voice was different from before, and there was no sight of Ignysyl on his shoulder.
"That's not a bummer but a fact. Potion recipes are knowledge, and which wizard will share their knowledge that easily?"
The old man rolled his eyes at his distressed words, finding it quite laughable.
