Seth opened his eyes a moment later. "Where are we?" Seth asked, although he already knew the answer. The walls were lined with dusty shelves holding strange items and jars filled with odd concoctions. The room looked much the same as his great uncle's shop in St. John's, and the same cauldron stood on a table in the middle of the room along with the same huge crystal ball. "You really need a maid."
Herman laughed. "If you mean someone to clean for me, that is not possible. I only let select people into this room." Herman pulled things off the shelf, much more quickly than Seth would have thought possible. "Now, what were you saying that we need?"
Seth explained that they needed some bottles, pipes, rags, and an explosive agent, while Herman continued to pull things off the shelves. His
