The blackened flasks in front of him made the boy grit his teeth in anger. He’d not heard a word from the red head player killer in days. Suddenly he had got a message through from her asking for a couple of potions. Not just asking demanding! Sweeping his arm to the side he sends the vials flying cracking against the wall of his shop. “I’ll kill her.” He mutters angrily bringing his fist down onto the table. As he stared at the wall. Walking around to another work bench where he has a few vials