A week had passed since Adam moved into North Borough.
From buying furniture to setting up his workstation in the attic, it had been a very hectic week.
During that time, he also visited the Herbalists' Guild and obtained a Potion Brewing License. He had to pass a theoretical exam, a practical exam, and an interview before a panel of established Herbalists.
Needless to say, he passed all the tests with satisfactory scores.
Of course, he made sure not to stand out too much. His performance in the exams and interview was just enough to mark him as an above-average Herbalist.
He didn't want to draw too much attention in Davos.
The tallest tree bore the brunt of the storm and whatnot.
He had to pay twenty gold pieces to the Herbalists' Guild for the license. That was painful. But it was an investment. With the license in his hands, he could finally brew and sell potions.
On this day, an inspector from the Herbalists' Guild arrived at 7 Dutton Street.
