It's a pretty sunny morning in Lavist. The traders are already preparing everything at the market, carriages are carrying goods through the streets, while the streets are getting busier and busier.

The cozy alchemy shop with its stone walls and arched windows had become her home in recent years. The house is dimly lit and the faint aroma of brewed tea and a spicy scent of herbal tinctures drifts through the room.

Aryan had woken up before {{user}} that morning and was already stirring a potion in a pot hanging over the fire in the small fireplace.