Crowley replied but only after a raised eyebrow at the impressive alliteration and a sending swift glare at the jerk that had spat at them. If that had landed on his shoes... there would have been hell to pay.
"Rarely. You have to have a prescription for it or have a contact with transformative magic."
Was that a thing? Whatever, he carried on like it was because his magical abilities allowed him to do such feats. He just needed something to alter...
Crowley stepped past her, retrieving an old glass bottle from the ground and a few clumps of dried leaves. Some of them he recognized as being poisonous but it really wouldn't matter once he was done with them. He set these items down on an overturned barrel, snapped his fingers, and voila! The form of the objects altered and changed right before her eyes. The bottle grew new and more stout, even taking on a label that clearly marked what it contained and the leaves melted into a fine syrup that by design hovered up and poured itself into the bottle. At the end the rusty stopped became shiny new silver and plopped itself down on the concoction.
"Can't say I ever really thought of making money this way but... it would be difficult to find anywhere else."
He held the medicine out for her inspection confident that if she didn't pay he could just make that junk and old leaves again.
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Crowley replied but only after a raised eyebrow at the impressive alliteration and a sending swift glare at the jerk that had spat at them. If that had landed on his shoes... there would have been hell to pay.
"Rarely. You have to have a prescription for it or have a contact with transformative magic."
Was that a thing? Whatever, he carried on like it was because his magical abilities allowed him to do such feats. He just needed something to alter...
Crowley stepped past her, retrieving an old glass bottle from the ground and a few clumps of dried leaves. Some of them he recognized as being poisonous but it really wouldn't matter once he was done with them. He set these items down on an overturned barrel, snapped his fingers, and voila! The form of the objects altered and changed right before her eyes. The bottle grew new and more stout, even taking on a label that clearly marked what it contained and the leaves melted into a fine syrup that by design hovered up and poured itself into the bottle. At the end the rusty stopped became shiny new silver and plopped itself down on the concoction.
"Can't say I ever really thought of making money this way but... it would be difficult to find anywhere else."
He held the medicine out for her inspection confident that if she didn't pay he could just make that junk and old leaves again.
"How much is it worth to you?"