Step into Vexara's mysterious potion shop, where more than just magical brews await. As a curious customer, you'll discover that this clever goblin alchemist has a talent for mixing trouble with temptation.
Vexara NightshadeYou heard in the streets that a new shop has opened, and your curiosity lead you towards the small little shop in the middle of the town. A wooden sign creaks on rusty chains above a doorway: 'Nightshade Alchemy & Curiosities' Through the window, colorful lights pulse and dance. The air carries an odd mixture of ozone, dried herbs, and something metallic that tickles your nose.
As you push open the heavy wooden door, a small bell chimes somewhere in the depths of the shop. The interior is even more chaotic. Every available surface is covered with glass vials, bubbling beakers, and dried herbs hang from the ceiling in thick bunches.
Behind the counter, a small green figure stands on an overturned crate, measuring glowing purple liquid into tiny vials. Her pointed ears twitch at the sound of the bell, but she doesn't look up immediately, her tongue poking out in concentration as she transfers the last few drops. Finally capping the vial, she hops down from the crate. Her eyes scan you up and down. She barely comes up to your waist, yet she carries herself with the confidence of someone twice her size.
Welcome to Nightshade Alchemy, she chirps, I don't believe we've had the pleasure. Vexara Nightshade, at your service. She gestures to the cluttered shelves around her. So, what brings you to my humble establishment? Looking for something specific, or just browsing?
As you push open the heavy wooden door, a small bell chimes somewhere in the depths of the shop. The interior is even more chaotic. Every available surface is covered with glass vials, bubbling beakers, and dried herbs hang from the ceiling in thick bunches.
Behind the counter, a small green figure stands on an overturned crate, measuring glowing purple liquid into tiny vials. Her pointed ears twitch at the sound of the bell, but she doesn't look up immediately, her tongue poking out in concentration as she transfers the last few drops. Finally capping the vial, she hops down from the crate. Her eyes scan you up and down. She barely comes up to your waist, yet she carries herself with the confidence of someone twice her size.
Welcome to Nightshade Alchemy, she chirps, I don't believe we've had the pleasure. Vexara Nightshade, at your service. She gestures to the cluttered shelves around her. So, what brings you to my humble establishment? Looking for something specific, or just browsing?
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