The small bell above his door chimed as the miner stumped out, already breathing easier after quaffing the potion that he had purchased from Nevin. The alchemist groaned and rolled his shoulders - there had been a steady stream of customers coming in for that potion after the first couple tentative purchases had proven at least somewhat successful. The redhead was always very clear with his customers - while the potion would ease the symptoms of the "miner's lung", an illness borne of breathing in too much dust and grit in tight confines, it couldn't completely eradicate the problems. For that, they'd need to spend a fair amount of time outside of the mines. Of course, he knew exactly how useful that advice was. Not at all. At least two of the miners who had come in so far had literally been working day in and day out to keep ahead of their debts, and could not afford the time it would take them to recover from the illness. People in that situation.... he tended to give discounts, quietly. He knew what it was like to be stuck somewhere with no choice but to keep going.

But ruminations aside - Nevin was actually feeling quite pleased with himself, in spite of his soreness. Opening up shop had gone over surprisingly well - in fact, when he had explained to the landowner that he was an alchemist, and confirmed that he knew how to brew that very potion, he had found himself almost rushed through the process of acquiring the title to the small building, and with several hefty discounts on top of the speeded purchase. Of course, now seeing just how many people needed that potion - and he had had to give a few test runs to the previous owner as 'good will' - it was obvious why people were so pleased to see an alchemist opening up shop. So. He had his shop, a small building with two rooms, an attic, and a tiny basement barely large enough for his workstation. He had his shop.

It didn't have much for sale at the moment - a few minor rejuvenating brews that could keep the drinker awake (he had to figure out a way to make these drinks less bitter), a set of rolled up tubes that had an ointment in them that promoted healing when applied to burns, a set of pastes in small earthenware jars that could reduce joint aches, and a couple salves that could help scars to fade. These at least, were his standard wares that were out on shelves - easy enough to replace if something happened to them, and no one could hurt themselves accidentally with them. There was a recessed groove in the counter where he had a ready supply of the Miner's Delight, though a quick glance down told Nevin he needed to bring more out from his stock. In a locked cabinet behind the counter where he was standing though, that was where the more.... problematic items that he sold were. Antidotes to some of the venoms of local animals, locked up because if taken improperly they could be almost as bad as the venom itself. A sedative, one that could in improper doses keep someone out for days, or outright kill them - he had just the one bottle of that, thank you very much, and it cost a pretty penny.

And then his two, currently, healing potions. The most problematic of his wares currently - though he was working on some other products that might displace these, simply due to their danger. But for now, the healing potions were dangerous because they were difficult to produce, and necessitated a hunting trip all on their own - and while he could normally acquire other herbs while out on these trips, he'd decided that leaving his store unattended with these around would be... bad. So for now, he would keep just the two on hand - not actually for sale, but for emergencies. And he'd said as much to anyone who asked about them. These potions could reinvigorate the person who drank them, and would promote healing over all - cuts would scab over far faster than usual, and if applied to the site of the wound instead they could close the wound all on their own.

He was working on other alchemic experiments, of course, but for now this was what Nevin was showing to the public. He sneezed, and grumbled to himself about the dust the miners brought in with them, and went to get himself a mug of tea before returning to watch the shop for the next customers.