New Life

Eethyl placed a hand on the side of the cast iron feeling its warmth as his mind raced. He looked inside again at the small sludge along the bottom. He wasn't sure it was enough. He pushed the unseen servant that had assisted them aside and made for the alchemy table. AerNen's bare steps could be heard right behind him as the small humanoid followed him. "We need a base for the broth. The Ochre Jelly we were using for the beer will work I think. It should work like carrier oil" the gnome said more to himself than his assistant.
Eethyl pulled the top off of the copper alembic still off pulled an oversized demijohn over. The ooze inside the large glass vessel shifted inside at being disturbed. AerNen levitated up with a couple "steps" to the table and stood on the work bench helping the gnome maneuver the large glass vessel onto its side. As soon as they had it on its side the Ochre Jelly inside moved toward the neck of the container. Before it could make its escape though the two tilted it up on end over the edge of the cucurbit bottom. The yellowish ooze hung for a moment from the glass neck before it touched the bottom of the copper vessel and recoiled at the sizzling contact. With two shakes the two figures had freed its hold on the glass and it hit the basin. It trembled and jumped as an egg hitting a hot pan at the heat of the metal basin. The gnome quickly fit the head of the still back on and applied the clamp to reseal the lute seam.
"Alright...we want to start it off on the right foot as much as possible. Lets see..." The gnome climbed up to the top cupboard on a stool and opened it to reveal two neat rows of wax skulls, pulling two down and handing them to his pale assistant. "Best butter on the sword coast. These will do perfectly." AreNen walked the two wax skulls over to the cauldron and glanced back at the gnome for direction before shrugging to himself and tossing the whole skulls in the cauldron before pulling at his oversized ears to wipe his hands as he made his way back toward his master.
"We will start with those rabbits I had cleaned for our new friends, then get the grains from Qelline's, the licorice root, cowslip tubers, and we can put in some of the mushrooms. You work on that and I'll gather the items from the depository." AerNen gave a nod and made for the staircase as Eethyl, satisfied, made for the door that kept the more unusual ingredients he had managed to acquire sense his freedom. He had been hoping for an opportunity like this. Opening the door he waved a hand and spoke a word of Gnim to light the space revealing rows of jars with peculiar contents. He pulled the small cart in, its metal wheels protesting, and began to load jars and tins from the shelves. "Let's see here..."
 

Powdered eye from that poor creature beneath Tresendar Manor as well as the small vile of dragon bile and bone broth .

Pickled harpy vocal cords and dried seaweed from the coast.

Blue salt we got from that trade on the Obsidian Tide as well as the ink sack from that tentacle creature.

Last of the salve from the druids tin.

Venom Flicker collected from those spiders at the dwarven hold.

Troll blood vials.

Ankheg larvae

Leather roll of oils. "Several of you will work well".

Spices from the Dwarvish Deg roll. "and some flavor"

Powdered precious stones from the soul coin experiments.

Baked pumpkin seeds from the Manse. "hmmmm that reminds me."

"Griffen come here." the gnome called out for the unseen servant. "Take this cart to the cauldron then help AerNen." the gnome commanded as he made his way to the tool bench, selecting a pair of pruners. The gnome looked grim as he made his way to the stairs. He needed to prune the fledgling Golthias tree anyway. "Can't let that get out of control or we are going to have a problem..." Eethyl muttered to himself. "If there is one thing I learned from Faerie, it's to make sure you tend to things regularly." As he worked his mind cataloged the events of the day and over the group from Faerun. They did seem to be an odd bunch. It was great to meet a Tortle finally. They seemed like accomplished adventurers. As he set a couple of the squirming limbs of the shrub aside his mind wrestled with itself. If they were going back to Faerun it may be a much shorter trip than traveling clear through Isan Meidan's cold north and back through the spine of the world again. It would mean company and better yet he would be able to glean from the trouble a group like this would doubtless find. The gnome sighed as he made his way back to the cauldron where AerNen and Griffen were stiffing the cauldron with large paddles and tossed the clippings into the pot with a sigh. "Well... I guess I better get ready for some trouble. You two make sure this stays warm. AerNen, make sure you add 15 ml of that oil ever few hours." The small humanoid nodded without a word and watched as Eethyl made for his bureau.