"Our stock of Healing Potions is running low," Trish stated. "In another two or three days, we'll likely run out."
"Healing Potions?" Carl, who had been reclining in a soft chair with his eyes closed in thought, opened his eyes and asked, "The kind supplied by Lady Géru?"
The Magic Forest was extremely dangerous. While it was relatively safe near Leipzig Market, dangers lurked everywhere beyond it. Whether for food or resources for training, one had to venture into the forest to find them, and such round trips often took a very long time. Healing Potions were, naturally, essential supplies.
"Yes." Trish nodded. "The shipment was supposed to arrive seven days ago, but it hasn't been delivered. She said there were some problems at her home."
Carl sat up straight. "Lately, far too many of our supplying Pharmacists seem to be having issues!"
