"Do you really not mind me using your ingredients?" said Britta.
That actually sounded like a fair compromise. She'd know what the recipe was for, and Diana would get a useful item.
"Great. Unless it's a bottle of dye. Then it's all yours." Diana looked at the pink bottle of dye she'd just received. She leaned back and sent it into the air, arcing high and smashing onto the roof of the building opposite, which Britta noticed was splattered with many colours already.
Britta nodded and was handed a bunch; clearly more than four.
"Oh, is that what 'mats' means?" Britta had seen that section when she was checking out the Auction House, but didn't bother to look assuming they were selling mats in there, not materials.
At least the process was quite simple. If it did turn out to be a good potion, she'd be able to make some money out of it. If.
Diana didn't know about the ranch either. If no one else knew about it, there might be a good chance no one ever got the same recipe off her. It could be unique, and she'd be the only supplier. It was unlikely, but still quite exciting.
"Okay, sounds good." Even if the recipe turned out to be a dud, it wouldn't be much of a loss if a pot-pot only cost ten coppers. That was well within her budget.
They crossed the street, heading for the Auction House. The crowds parted for the large barbarian, and Britta jogged along behind to take advantage of the open space. Crossing the street was usually more of a dance for her.
They stopped on the steps of the Auction House and Diana turned to look back the way they'd come.
"What is it?" asked Britta, looking around and not seeing anything.
Britta looked again, more carefully. Alleys, windows, rooftops. She still didn't see anyone, but Diana was Level 15 and had much more heightened senses. If she said someone was watching them, she was probably right.