Open for Business

Well now, that was an interesting offer. Something that would widen Nevin's range of options. Just from this peyote concoction, Nevin could tell that the moth-man had access to, at the very least, some exceptionally potent strains of plant life. If he had equally potent forms of magical plants... sometimes, highly bred lines of plants could reveal recessive traits within. If Nevin could get his hands on both, well then, that would be a very interesting opportunity. He leaned back, tilting his head to one side as he studied Fennick.

"Well now." It would also cut down on the number of trips that he would need to make into the forest to gather supplies. He'd heard that the forest was dangerous, so that would probably be a very good thing. So, then. An offer of supplies, for Nevin to experiment and work with, while Fennick would be the frontman. Hmmm. This was a fair bit better than what he had dealt with in the past.

"That might be something we can work with, yes. If we were to do that... I'd say, for a sixty forty split, both ways. For the more illicit goods, you'd take the larger share, since you'd be running the risk of being caught. For the legal side of things, I would take the larger portion. How does that sound?" He felt it was a fair offer - for the danger of running afoul of the law, Fennick would get more, but for the things that could be sold more in bulk, then Nevin himself would be drawing the attention. The question was, would Fennick himself think the same?

Courtly folk? There was an odd intonation to that word, 'courtly', like it held special significance. Nevin closed his eyes as he began thinking, his mind flicking through things he'd read, trying to remember what races might refer to themselves in a special way. Courtly, courtly, court - or, Courts. His eyes popped open. Court, with potent ice magic, to the point of freezing things in a single touch. Well. He was dealing with a Fae. A Winter Court Fae. Well, even if he hadn't been intending to deal honestly with the little moth-man, he certainly wasn't going to be going back on things now. He gestured to the bottle with a slight twist to his wrist.

"In the case that you're making this in the future, either for yourself or some limited sales, then you're going to need to dilute it with honey during the brewing process. You'll want..." He tilted his head to the side, considering. "Roughly a seventy-five/twenty-five split between the peyote blend and the honey. During the second stage of the simmering process, when you're trying to reduce it down, add in the honey. You might need to adjust the exact ratio if the peyote is stronger or weaker than what you used in this particular bottle, but that balance should be a good place to start."

Having a Fae on, at least, amicable terms was far, far better than having a Fae thinking the alchemist had insulted them. "I think, Fennick, that we have a deal." Nevin reached out and shook the small Fae's hand, ignoring the sting of cold that came with the action. After shaking, he released Fennick's hand and returned to his tea, downing the first mug in one motion, then turning to the mothy man. "Well then. I suppose, that beginning a new business partnership, is worth the price of a remedy potion, yes." He chuckled under his breath as he gestured to the tea.

"Would you like some?"