For the aconite junkies

[Dorian De Luca]

Strolling down the street like a fat kid, Dorian swore to himself. This wasn't a good time to be short on ingredients for the Wolfsbane Potion. Sure, he had enough bottled to carry him through the next lunar month, but the unprepared always suffered. The Apothecary had been his only hope in Obsidian. Dorian was beginning to worry that he'd have to resort to Bleak Street again. He'd bought monkshood from some shady sheila there once. It was cheap, but he'd barked at the moon several times before dawn broke.

The Australian wizard slugged along. Besides the fact that he didn't have much of anything to do, he was indecisive about where he was going to go. Needless to say, he wasn't a man in a hurry.