Alexander woke up early, silently making his bed and briefly bathing himself to start with. If he wanted to make proper deals, he had to make sure he gave no clients a reason to dislike him and make things harder. It meant sometimes a bit of work, but it was the price to pay for such. Following his wash was a quick change into his clothing, sans the armor that he leaved in the closet in his personal bedroom at the house upstairs, he stepped down to his store and its backroom, opening the alchemist's kit.<br/><br/>"Time to keep a promise." Alex opened a nearby barrel's lid, reaching inside, to lift out some ingredients. Useful for alchemy, so he could explain them, but also useful for something more. Useful for actual potion-making.<br/><br/>Two hours passed as he silently watched the frothing liquid shift color twice, and clearing the bubbles and pouring another ingredient in he mixed the potion silently, while chanting old words under his breath. Two hours of intense work, and twenty five gold pieces worth of materials later he held in his hand something that could help his allies, hopefully.<br/><br/>Magical<em>Potion of Cure Light Wounds</em>. Possessing one was a crime. Creating one was even worse. Handing one out to another was surely a crime he would not live after if caught. He did feel that he was able to trust in Samuel though.<br/><br/>That thought in mind, and a stomach growling for food, he packed up his things again and headed forth to the safehouse, going through a few alleys to reach there eventually. Bombs along in case of any trouble, but most little petty thugs didn't seem to think the man was worth risking a life for, he usually carried only nasty surprises with him, afterall.<br/><br/>Alexander walked into the safehouse silently, making his way over to look around, hoping to find Samuel or to see him sometime soon. On spotting the man already there, he thanked his luck. "About last night." He spoke. "Here's that<em>cure</em>for any possible<em>bad case of coughs</em>you might come up with. The sort that has blood coming out any wounds and such." He shrugged, holding out the potion. He was pretty sure that Samuel could tell it was actual, magical potion he was handing over.<br/><br/>"Spent twenty five gold to make it. That's twenty-five gold I guess I'll pay from my own pocket this time, but you make damn sure you come back alive each time, you hear? I'm going to head back to open my store, though, so until then." He waved a hand, readying to leave and return to that store he had, wanting to see if he would have any of his contacts or 'their contacts' come show up to speak during that day. There was also the chance of actual, regular customers, but first things first, and Samuel's life was a bigger priority to him than just making money.<br/><br/>A man only has so many good friends afterall, he told himself while heading forth.