The gold given to me by you pathetic toads for my potions has
accomplished the tasks that Mother Night had set out for me. The
proceeds have gone to found and build the Night Coven and I have no
further need for your grubby sovereigns. Thus, I am retired from the
alchemy business.

So stop bothering me and find someone else to slave over an alembic.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Urlachmar, in the year 122 CE.