Brewing Potions!

Once Raymond was sure no one was following him, he ducked into a secluded corner, removed his disguise, and returned to his townhouse at No. 26 Red Rose Street.

As he opened the door, he saw Arya carefully maintaining her bow and inspecting its string, an essential habit, as worn bowstrings were prone to snapping.

Seeing him return, Arya set her bow down. "Back already? How did today's batch go? Were you able to brew a few bottles?"

"Eight bottles," Raymond replied with a smile.

"Eight?" Arya's eyes sparkled. "That's quite a lot!"

"Yeah," Raymond nodded, handing over the cloth pouch filled with herbs.

As usual, Arya took it from him and opened it. She peered inside and smiled.

"Looks like it's easier to collect herbs now that the Black Wind Bandits are out of the picture," she remarked.

Raymond nodded and said, "Yeah, I'm surprised myself. It took less than half a day to gather all this."