(Chapter 3) The Crows eyes

                                    

                                          

To some, it may have looked a little weird. An Inchling stood on a cobblestone block with a trident, teaching a Starborn, who was also holding a trident, how to use the weapon.
Scott stood next to the block Sneeg was standing on and copied what he was doing. Sneeg's movements were a little smoother, of course, as he was more experienced with the weapon. 
It was now about the beginning of the afternoon, and the two of them had been at it for at least a couple of hours.
Scott really wanted to learn how to use a trident. Aiming and throwing with this weapon was not always easy. With small objects like enderpearls or snowballs, you had less weight and they were round objects, so it was easier to throw those.
A trident was a different story, so Sneeg taught Scott how to use it, and the Starborn was very happy with how he was doing.
"I think that's enough for now," said Scott, as he started to spin his trident around a bit. 
"All right, let me know when you want to continue." Picking up his axe, Sneeg shattered the block that was beneath him. Then he disappeared among the grass that covered the ground.
Scott himself proceeded to one of the beautifully landscaped paths and followed it to Wilbur's potion store.
As he had told the Phantom earlier, he wasn't going to buy anything, but the Starborn wanted to take a look and judge Wilbur's building. 
From the outside, Scott thought it looked fine. Maybe the lightning rod on the roof was a bit out of place, but otherwise, it was a fine building.
The interior told a slightly different tale. There was a lot of space, but it still felt crowded and you constantly worried you might accidentally step on something. The room seemed smaller than it actually was due to the barrels where the potions were stored.
The barrels were directly across from the building's entrance, making it simple for someone to take some potions without paying. How much did these potions cost? Scott wondered. 
"I thought you weren't going to buy anything." A voice sounded next to the Starborn, and Scott shrugged. He was aware of Wilbur's shit-eating grin without even having to look at him.
"I don't intend to either. I'm just here to judge your shop. " 
Wilbur opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again before anything came out. 
"By the way, there are still some pieces of glowstone floating around in your potions, and they shouldn't be there. Before adding it, you should better crush the powder. " Scott remarked as he continued to inspect the potion he held in his hand. 
"Wilbur, come here!" Scott picked up a few more potions and set them on the spruce wood 'counter' Wilbur had constructed. "I'm going to teach you potion lessons so you can at least sell good products," Scott said.
Despite rolling his eyes, the Phantom chose to pay attention to the Starborn.
"The potion gets stronger and mixes with the other ingredients better the finer the powder made from glowstone, redstone, or gunpowder is. And be careful when using ingredients that can be flammable. " 
Wilbur listened as Scott spoke on. The Starborn eventually finished speaking and began putting the potions back into the barrels.
After a while, Wilbur questioned, "Who did you learn this from?
"Gem taught me." Scott answered absentmindedly.
That was the name of a person Wilbur had never heard of or knew.