Theodore set up shop south of two dilapidated houses and next to Northwich Creek. It did not take him long as his equipment was well organized.
The Heron story had something to it.
“Brother, and Nicholas, I think I understand the Heron story. It will require work in my lab. I brought the tools of my trade on a wheeled cart. Let me get set up and I will get back to you.”
He mulled over the complex problem.
Firestick= Charcoal+Sap+Dark Earth+Bat Dung
Dung Dung Dung! I hate dung! Cried Theodore. Icky Icky Icky!
Every quack recipe in the alchemist arsenal called for it. Theodore rolled his eyes and pulled out a scroll. “Elemental! He cried.
Charcoal was easy enough, as was sap.
The otter’s dark earth must be iron.
The dung bewildered Theodore.
“Impression Impression Impression!”
“I must make a good impression!”
It was time for a walk to gather materials.
“Bird Dung Bat Dung, Dung Dung Dung!”
Several townspeople looked at him with wonder, unaccustomed to such words.
Gathering the items, He used a mortar and pestle to grind the ingredients finely.
Trying all manners of proportions, Theodore was unable to make the components work.
In an awful and tedious way, he sifted and strained the dissolvable product from the dung, dried the contents and tried again. No firestick.
Thinking hard, he recalled the story. The tree. It cried tears of sap.
Real tears contained salt.
“Salt Salt Salt! I am missing salt!” He cried.
In his journal, he wrote cryptic words that Commander Nicholas would surely call witchcraft.
Fe, KNO3, C,