The Lone Wanderer

In the end, Percy managed to brew a couple healing potions by nightfall. In fact, things went even more smoothly than he’d originally expected. He only wasted a handful of mushrooms before learning to extract their essence properly. If he’d known it would be this easy, he would have brewed some before fighting Rambert. If nothing else, they would have made his trip home less unpleasant.

That said, his yield was still much lower than he’d like, but he figured it would climb rather quickly as he brewed more doses tomorrow.

‘I shouldn’t use more than a quarter of my stash.’ he decided, taking a mental inventory of his newly grown resources.

According to his calculations, that should get him a few dozen doses. That would be plenty to last them for months, assuming they didn’t get into too much trouble. He could always brew more later, if they ran out, though he’d rather save most of the mushrooms to experiment with the other type of potions.

Satisfied with his plan, he was about to pack his stuff away for the night, when he heard another knock.

‘Hmmm? Grandpa again? Have they finished training for today?’

Tossing his blindfold back on, just in case, he made his way to the door. Opening, he was surprised to see somebody else standing there, however.

“Uncle Galahad? What brings you here?”

While their relationship wasn’t nearly as strained as it used to be, he didn’t expect to get very chummy with his uncle either.