PSFShop:Trouble Brewing

2019

, [Map Room #], Lich #28413, go dingy door

[Trouble Brewing]
Beeswax candles drip from ornate iron sconces, the glow of the tiny, flickering flames nearly absorbed by the surrounding black stone walls and floor. An enormous cauldron fills a walk-in fireplace, the sickly green, bubbling brew within giving off a noxious odor. A wooden rack and a spindly oak table flank a curtained opening in the curved wall.
Obvious exits: out

On the spindly oak table you see:

a bulbous cobalt blue glass pestle			5000
a mica-speckled pink granite pestle			5000
a mica-speckled grey granite mortar	Pocketed: Small (5-7) several items of very small size		12000
a steep-sided blue glass mortar	Pocketed: Small (5-7) several items of very small size		12000

Under the spindly oak table you see:

a two-tiered apothecary chest crafted from red oak	Pocketed: Significant (100-119) any number of items		15000
an iron-bound dark leather trunk with battered edges	Pocketed: Significant (100-119) any number of items		15000

On the wooden rack you see:

a slender-necked bottle			10000
a cloudy black glass bottle			10000
a round wyrmwood brush with stiff bristles			10000
a long-handled wire brush with a curved tip			10000
a dingy grey canvas rag			10000
an oil-stained linen rag			10000
an off-white brushed cotton cloth			10000
a soot-smudged polishing cloth			10000
a hook-latched mithril case dented on one side	Pocketed: Medium (20-39) any number of items	functional	15000
a burnished kakore case etched with flame patterns	Pocketed: Medium (20-39) any number of items	functional	15000
a triangular fel case branded with alchemical symbols	Pocketed: Medium (20-39) any number of items	functional	15000

In the straw-packed wooden crate you see:

a squat brass cauldron propped on lion paws			25000
a cast iron cauldron on four stubby legs			25000
a tripod-supported copper cauldron			25000
a melded silver and mithglin cauldron			25000

[Map Room #], Lich #28414, go opening

[Trouble Brewing, Workroom]
A black raven perches on the sill of a small window set high in the curved wall, its eye turned toward a curtained opening in the black stone. A single lantern glows atop a long worktable crowded with alchemical equipment, which is covered in dust and cobwebs. The faint odor of sulphur and burnt hair lingers in this small space.
Obvious exits: out